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Still I Rise
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
A)
rima entre “wide” e “tide”.
B)
repetição enfática de “I rise”.
C)
metáfora em “I’m a black ocean”.
D)
hipérbole em “nights of terror and fear”.
E)
ironia em “the gifts that my ancestors gave”.