Still I Rise – By Maya Angelou [Ode To A Beautiful Petal Fallen: Yet Still, She Rises]

By May 28, 2014Uncategorized

Today I pay homage to a Beautiful Petal fallen. She refused to be kept down. She refused to be silenced. She refused to be ordinary. She refused to be marginalized. She refused to be stereotyped. She rose and soared and left a legacy. A woman of substance and a woman of grace. Life taught her wisdom and experience taught her love.

This is one of my favourites. She was nothing if not extraordinary and the way her words wrapped themselves around her mind then launched them into our stratosphere never to be taken back is somewhat of a mystery. She gave me then and gives me still the courage to write, the audacity to dream and the zeal to stand out.

Fare Thee Well Maya Angelou. Your legacy lives on.

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. 

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