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.

by Maya Angelou

Still I Rise
like a high rise
every time thy lies
demise my nine lives

Poetry Review:
To all those females in the world looking for that ultimate, "yea im still doing good" poem, this is it. Even tho im not sure if my ancestors were slaves, it doesnt matter. We could leave that line out and the poem still be that "YEA IM STILL AWESOME". I love the simplicity of the message she is casting out.

Word of the day:

abstemious

\ ab-STEE-mee-uhs \  , adjective;

1.

Sparing in eating and drinking; temperate; abstinent.

2.

Sparingly used or consumed; used with temperance or moderation.

3.

Marked by or spent in abstinence.

 

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