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International GCSE English Language (Specification A) – Paper 2 Section A Poetry and Prose texts
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Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
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With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
5 Does my sassiness upset you?
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Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
10 With the certainty of tides,
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Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
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15 Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
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20 Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
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S
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But still, like air, I’ll rise.
25 Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
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At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
30 I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
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I rise
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I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
35 Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
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Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
40 I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
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I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
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Pearson Edexcel International GCSE English Anthology 31
Issue 1 — April 2016 © Pearson Education Limited 2016
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International GCSE English Language (Specification A) – Paper 2 Section A Poetry and Prose texts
S
S
S
S
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
S
S
S
S
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
5 Does my sassiness upset you?
S
S
S
S
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
10 With the certainty of tides,
S
S
S
S
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
S
S
S
S
15 Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
S
S
S
S
20 Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
S
S
S
S
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
25 Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
S
S
S
S
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
30 I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
S
S
S
I rise
S
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
35 Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
S
S
S
S
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
40 I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
S
S
S
S
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
S
S
S
S
S
S
S
S
Pearson Edexcel International GCSE English Anthology 31
Issue 1 — April 2016 © Pearson Education Limited 2016
