Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod 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 I've 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?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
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,
But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you?
does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I rise
I RISE!

Where The Wind Calls
by: Ian "Chameleon" Willis

Deep winter morning, the winds are calling,
Flowing through the empty street.
We are ever lasting, the winds are blasting,
Pushing people off their feet.
Where are you going, the winds are blowing,
Pushing us all the other way.
Watch out for this, the winds say with bliss,
We are out in force for today.

Deep winter night, the winds are now light,
Gently on the velvet sky.
We mean you no harm, the winds say so calm,
We won't throw you high.
What are you feeling, the cold winds reeling,
Pass over the village green.
We don't mean no fuss, don't get on the bus,
We are sorry for being mean.