You may have me
with your bitter, twisted lies,
you may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll love.
Do my lovely eyes upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got golden 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 love.
Did you want to see me die?
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
Digging' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your own words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like star, I'll love.
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
up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a blue ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the star and the sorrow of the slave.