Still I Rise – Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou really needs no words, no introduction, no foreword. Her words will always resound while quietly whispered inside loving hearts. I read this poem yesterday and it reminded me of all the struggles we all go through and we still rise.

Hawk1“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.”

One response to “Still I Rise – Maya Angelou

  1. Tribute to Maya Angelou the mother of African Renaissance . Maya Angelou was a black inspirational and versatile literary colossus . Through literary writings you brought hope to many of us in diaspora and the world. Maya provided a missing link for blacks in the diaspora to be proud of their African identity and heritage , Maya inspired many us to rise above historical debasement of the black race. Maya reminds us of our painful history of slavery, colonialism and neo colonialism in the guise of African development . We are blessed by your indelible strokes of the pen.
    May your ink never run dry in the bossom of The Lord. Farewell mother of Africa Renaissance .
    Shaka Yesufu UKZN South Africa


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