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Maya Angelou - Still I Rise :)

Wednesday, February 2, 2011




Maya Angelou is a global treasure.  She has blessed us with an abundance of books, poems, and films for many years.  Each time I’m fortunate to hear her speak, I always find something positive to take with me to reflect on  and apply to my daily life.
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The poem “Still I Rise” was written in 1978 and published in her third book.  Her writings are timeless and resound strongly now as if it were yesterday. In times like these,  when you’re faced with various trials or tribulations in your life, take time out and meditate on your strength, determination and faith.  Always  know that you can overcome anything and rise above.



Listen to the poem, “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou




Dr. Angelou Recites "And Still I Rise" from Dr. Maya Angelou on Vimeo.






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 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 my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
This is one of our favorite poems !!!

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