Rising Like the Tide by Kayla Lucas https://padlet.com/kaylucas34/Bookmarks en-us 2022-01-29 04:30:50 UTC 2026-02-16 22:03:55 UTC hello@padlet.com I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, kaylucas34 https://padlet.com/kaylucas34/Bookmarks/wish/2018905950 I do not know which to prefer,
You may shoot me with your words,
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.

I resist any thing better than my own diversity,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

The beauty of inflections,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

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