Out of the huts of history’s shame
We rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
We rise
We are a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling we bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
We rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
We rise
Bringing the gifts that our ancestors gave,
We are the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
You rise
WE rise.
In the long march for justice, we have taken great strides… and will continue to rise.
