Still I Rise – R.I.P. Maya Angelou

To the misfortune of the world, we lost a beautiful soul today. Poet and Cultural Leader, Dr. Maya Angelou.

I just so happen to wake up this morning with a text message bearing the disheartening news. And with the day continuing on, I could tell I wasn’t the only one feeling a little bummed out. Maya Angelou was without a doubt one of my favorite poets to ever touch pen to paper. Her ability to create a feeling through her use of words is still captivating enough to stop what you’re doing and search for some of best work. A beautiful woman, inside and out. I’m sad to see her go, but I’m glad for what she left.

Her words spoke of Hope. Her words spoke of Life. Her words spoke of Happiness. Her words resonate for decades. So today, as we all mourn her passing, tomorrow, we go back to celebrating her life.


Still I Rise

 

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.

 

R.I.P Maya Angelou

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