You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air — Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
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You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise.

— Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise
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