Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
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.
The sun rises and Angelou sees a future of beauty and clarity for her people. Maya is saying that now she is breaking free from slavery and the dark days racist people have put her through. 
 The word ‘wondrously’ adds a spiritual element. 

Still I Rise