Still I Rise

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.

by Maya Angelou

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Comments (4)

this sort of good one for me ma'am.... i mean people think i talk nonsense all the time! ! ! well most things we do are in a way senseless indeed! ! ! for instance i feel some times there is no point in doing anything if we are gona die, in anycase this sort of refreshing poem.. well expressed indeed! ! ! ...10+++ with lots of love shan(love is not something senseless i guess)
Senseless................... Brothers lost - Cut down in their prime; , , , , , , , , , , beautiful write. eye catching imagination... lovely
senseless global violence ef efectively xpressed with an economy of words...
Indeed, Midnight...tho' unfortunately society in terms of mindset & culture, have sometimes left us with very few options than to enforce justice by anathematic means...but, our current situation, in general...opportunities were passed-on, and our efforts too many times...fatefully mishandled... Strong words...Sound message...Senseless people, indeed we can be....Splendid Work, Linda! FRank/FjR ...2009...