Still I Rise

Spitting down
On my shoes
Thinking I
Will feel the blues
But still I rise
When my mom
And dad split
I thought that I
Would not get over it
But still I rise
Though my eyes
Are blurry
And my back
Is curvy
I still rise
Though soccer
Went goodbye
And sometimes
I want to cry
Still I rise
Though my heart
Is weak
And I hesitate
To speak
Still I rise
I rise
I rise
I rise
Never stopping
I rise
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I wrote this poem in 6th grade. We had to write our version of Maya Angelou's poem "Still I Rise"