Still I Rise

Ever since I came across democracynow.org , I try to listen to it every morning while I get ready. While listening to them, today I came across the story of Maya Angelou, she was an actor, poet (nominated for a Pulitzer price once) and civil rights activist. What is impressive is that she managed to be all that although she was raped when she was only a child (making her to stay silent for years). She took responsibility to rise a child alone and did not fear to become a pimp or a prostitute so that she can support her child. She did not fear to believe in her writing skills either so that later she can become a writer and poet.  Limitations indeed live only in our minds.  I love to know and hear about “real stories” of women who challenge life, who are born submissive or poor and that make it through by working hard and believing in themselves. I love to hear about these type of strong women who challenge everything, who do not fear (even becoming prostitute) to achieve freedom who can move on because staying paralyzed in the “place” society wants you to be is worse much worse.  I love to see women who made it through not for their beauty but for their courage.

“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.” Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

Maya Angelou, 19282014

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.





 

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