a cura di L’attimo fuggente
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.
(Aldous Harding – The Barrel)
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.
(Shhe – Boy)
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
(Weyes Blood – Movies)
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
(Julia Jacklin – Don’t Know How To Keep Loving You)
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.
(Faith Eliott – Loomis)
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.
Dana Gavansky – One By One
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?
(Hannah Cohen – Wasting My Time)
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
(Rozi Plain – Swing Shut)
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
(Stella Donnelly – Tricks)
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
(Emily Fairlight – Water Water)