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A female member of the homo sapiens species
(warm-blooded, omnivorous, currently alive) Diet includes walrus diarrhea, preserved portions of man-made worms cooked in boiling water and the outermost layer of flesh of eggs that have been incubated, raised, beheaded, plucked and fried in oil. Extremely unpredictable, high-five on sight. tagboard
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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 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 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'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. - Still I Rise by Maya Angelou hahah I really like this poem lol. Cuz I was doing it in lit tuition and its the kind of poem where a whole lot of things just jump out at you and beg to be analyzed and I don't even have to make the effort to hunt around for evidence and points. (Such a dishonest reason... but oh well xD) I just watched Shrek 2 times in a week with two sets of cousins. Surprisingly I wasn't even bored. I think that little guy is so cute - for some reason I can't recall his name at the moment. Eh... Pifflelump? Rumpelstiltskin! I finally remembered! (with the help of wiki *cough*) Anyway I felt really sad when he died. Or got eaten by those weird black flying shreds of garbage bags... or whatever those things were. Fifi is also gone D: and only those green people and a cake with food coloring overdose are left. All the best characters get killed off. Hmph. The reading of New Moan was epic. |