You Just Can'T Tell My Story

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