“Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou
Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still,…
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Continue reading →This is Elizabeth Acevedo’s performance of her poem, “Hair.” She begins by saying, “My mother tells me to fix my hair. And by ‘fix’ she…
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