Come now, do what you will.
Kick me to the floor,
stomp on my head,
grind my face into the ground.
But still like dust, I’ll rise.

Tear me down with your sneering looks,
throw me to the ground with your snide remarks.
Laugh at me while I wince,
taunt me while I’m crumbled.
But still like dust, I’ll rise.

You cannot conquer me,
You cannot take all of me.
You cannot control my destiny.
Only I have that power.
For like dust, I will rise.

No matter what you do to me.
No matter what you say about me.
No matter what you try to do
to make me feel worthless.
In the end, like dust,

I. Will. Rise.