{"id":12,"date":"2010-11-11T21:00:10","date_gmt":"2010-11-11T21:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/39\/?p=12"},"modified":"2010-11-11T21:00:10","modified_gmt":"2010-11-11T21:00:10","slug":"%d7%a9%d7%99%d7%a8-%d7%a9%d7%9c-%d7%9e%d7%90%d7%99%d7%94-%d7%90%d7%a0%d7%92%d7%9c%d7%95-%d7%aa%d7%a8%d7%92%d7%95%d7%9e%d7%99%d7%9d-%d7%99%d7%aa%d7%a7%d7%91%d7%9c%d7%95-%d7%91%d7%91%d7%a8%d7%9b","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bananot.co.il\/39\/?p=12","title":{"rendered":"\u05e9\u05d9\u05e8 \u05e9\u05dc \u05de\u05d0\u05d9\u05d4 \u05d0\u05e0\u05d2'\u05dc\u05d5 — \u05ea\u05e8\u05d2\u05d5\u05de\u05d9\u05dd \u05d9\u05ea\u05e7\u05d1\u05dc\u05d5 \u05d1\u05d1\u05e8\u05db\u05d4"},"content":{"rendered":"

"Still I Rise"<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Maya Angelou<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

You may write me down in history
\nWith your bitter, twisted lies,
\nYou may trod me in the very dirt
\nBut still, like dust, I'll rise.<\/p>\n

Does my sassiness upset you?
\nWhy are you beset with gloom?
\n'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
\nPumping in my living room.<\/p>\n

Just like moons and like suns,
\nWith the certainty of tides,
\nJust like hopes springing high,
\nStill I'll rise.<\/p>\n

Did you want to see me broken?
\nBowed head and lowered eyes?
\nShoulders falling down like teardrops.
\nWeakened by my soulful cries.<\/p>\n

Does my haughtiness offend you?
\nDon't you take it awful hard
\n'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
\nDiggin' in my own back yard.<\/p>\n

You may shoot me with your words,
\nYou may cut me with your eyes,
\nYou may kill me with your hatefulness,
\nBut still, like air, I'll rise.<\/p>\n

Does my sexiness upset you?
\nDoes it come as a surprise
\nThat I dance like I've got diamonds
\nAt the meeting of my thighs?<\/p>\n

Out of the huts of history's shame
\nI rise
\nUp from a past that's rooted in pain
\nI rise
\nI'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
\nWelling and swelling I bear in the tide.
\nLeaving behind nights of terror and fear
\nI rise
\nInto a daybreak that's wondrously clear
\nI rise
\nBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
\nI am the dream and the hope of the slave.
\nI rise
\nI rise
\nI rise. <\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

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