“Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.”

Just a few lines from a favorite poem.  I could read it over and over again.  Does it come as a surprise?

And I liked how these powerful words looked when paired with this image.

A dancing spirit.  Light.  Laughing.

Rising.

I will rise through pain.  I will smile.  I will see goodness in the world.

No matter how many times you shoot me with your words or cut me with your eyes or kill me with your hatefulness:  I rise.

You do your best to hurt me.  To bring me down, to drown me.

But still, like air, I rise.