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Professor Randall's Note: My daily life, like every black woman, is one of insults, small almost insignificant - larger mean spirited ones. So I endure white colleagues who say in bewilderment, " I wouldn't stay anywhere I wasn't wanted." Of course, as privileged white men, they can assume that moving to somewhere else will cure their problem. I endure student evaluations that say - "Take her out and kill her . . and put her out her misery." OR that say that I am " a racist man-hater" which I interpret to be the politically correct way of saying - Nigger-Bitch.
Still I Rise!!
Still, I Rise
You may write me down in history
Does my sassiness upset you?
Just like moons and like suns,
Did you want to see me broken?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
You may shoot me with your words,
Does my sexiness upset you?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,