Still I Rise (and more)

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

“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 back yard.

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.”
Maya Angelou

(The way one strong woman interprets Still I rise)
“Well….I have never had a group of ‘haters’ around me, but that poem reminds me of my challenge/battle against satan…he is always trying to supress an depress me…he wants me to droop with my head to the ground…but I refuse…no matter what he throws at me…ugh.

When I think of the well that I have in my house..it’s my family..they drive me nuts…but they are precious…when I think of the diamonds at the meeting of my thighs….that’s the power and the miracle that helped my gremlins; I mean miracles to get here
🙂

Life is hard but its fair…so unless I’m dead I will rise…”

~Donesha T~

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1 comment
  1. Donesha said:

    Give me a dollar and I will stretch it to make it work. Give me a shirt, I will sew it if it tears, give me a cup, I will fill it with water. Give me a potato, I will turn it into a meal. Give me your love and I will multiply and quadruple it

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