File1, 2, & 3 for lbahta:


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File1:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still like dust I'll rise
Does my sassiness upset you
Why are you beset with gloom
Cause I walk like Ive got oil wells
Pumping in my living room
Just like moons and like suns
With the certainty of tides
Just like hopes springing high
Still I'll rise
Did you want to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders falling down like teardrops
Weakened by my soulful cries
Does my haughtiness offend you
Dont you take it awful hard
Cause I laugh like Ive got gold mines
Diggin in my own back yard.
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
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise?
That I dance like Ive got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs
Out of the huts of historys shame
I rise
Up from a past thats rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean
leaping and wide
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave
I am the dream and the hope of the slave
I rise
I rise
I rise

File2:

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
Im not cute or built to suit a fashion models size
But when I start to tell them
They think Im telling lies
I say
Its in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my step
The curl of my lips
Im a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
Thats me
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees
I say
Its the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing in my waist
And the joy in my feet
Im a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
Thats me


File3:

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
:wqBut a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

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