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 backyard.

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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Last day of the month so I'll grace you with some extra Poems today!!

The gravity of people not understanding the difference between want vs. need. I need you like a fish needs a raincoat.

In my mama’s voice. 😒😏🤌🏾🏄🏾🌊

trying my best not to go back to my old ways but it seems like dats my only choice at the moment 🤦🏿

You'll be hated if you can't be manipulated.

First black 🥷🏾 to think white was right, to be taken out by Beccy with the Blicky HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH ✊🏾🤎💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

QUIT trying to sit at tables that have you on the menu instead of the guest list.