Maya Angelou- Still I Rise Bianca Alysse August 10, 2014 CREATIVELY DRIVEN, Poetry 6 Comments 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. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? 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. 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. I rise I rise I rise. By: Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014 6 Responses Patrick S August 10th, 2014 Always timeless. Reply Kelly O August 10th, 2014 I wish young women aspired to have this type of confidence. Reply Kelly O August 10th, 2014 I wish young women aspired to have this type of confidence. Reply Dennis August 10th, 2014 Thank you for this refreshing post. Reply Wilfredo August 21st, 2014 kicking my chair back as I RISE… finger snaps in the air for the memory of a gifted word Queen who arose from the dirt, like the dust, and to read her is to know her and join her we MUST! Reply Wilfredo August 21st, 2014 kicking my chair back as I RISE… finger snaps in the air for the memory of a gifted word Queen who arose from the dirt, like the dust, and to read her is to know her and join her we MUST! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ
Wilfredo August 21st, 2014 kicking my chair back as I RISE… finger snaps in the air for the memory of a gifted word Queen who arose from the dirt, like the dust, and to read her is to know her and join her we MUST! Reply
Wilfredo August 21st, 2014 kicking my chair back as I RISE… finger snaps in the air for the memory of a gifted word Queen who arose from the dirt, like the dust, and to read her is to know her and join her we MUST! Reply
