You Just Can't Tell My Story

Written by: Mary Duhart

You Just Can't Tell My Story-
(Glosa)


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
………….Maya Angelo

People look at me and
Feel they know my story
When I know myself that
They see only glory
Always on the outside
Solving a mystery
I just don’t understand
What is behind their plan
Is there protohistory
You may write me down in history

I don’t know what you’ll say
I will just have to pray
That my story will be told
In lines written so bold
Left for all the world to see
It will be big surprise
All written in the book
For all to take a look
You just can’t despise
With your bitter, twisted lies



Wanting to look your best
While sticking out your chest
Your fancy dress and all
Driving your fancy car
People know you from far
They don’t see who you hurt
But it is plain to see
Those things just should not be
Do what you can to flirt
You may trod me in the very dirt

But we all know the truth
Your motive stands out well
I discern right from wrong
I have heard that old song
You just can’t keep me down
I won’t wear a disguise
I’ll just hold my head high
Won’t let you see me cry
We may have to break ties
But still, like dust, I’ll rise