Un-Ordinary Girl: 01/11/11

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

So what does the future look like ...

Conjured up at 09:55

Ah well if I was still writing like a seven year old I would say
* I will be older
* My hair will be longer
* I will be taller ( hopefully I don't want to be like Alice! lol )
* Olga will call me a little elf and tell me to "Tidy Tidy"

But sadly I'm not life's gunna get a lot more complicated
sorry I got a bit sentimental then and went into a daydream

This is what i thought of xx

*Stop thinking my self silly over boys HaaaHaaaa

* Get organised with my things as well as my mind

* Stop watching endless episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S

* Stop quoting every TV show under sun

But dont you just love COME FLY WITH ME

Programme information

STILL I RISE

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