Wednesday, May 17, 2006

"Still I Rise" Maya Angelou

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.
Maya Angelou

2 Comments:

Blogger teabird17 said...

I love the sense of inner abundance in this poem, abundance that no force can take away, not even the legacy of slavery. She uses some imagery of earthly sources of riches - gold, diamonds, oil - but then she says she is a "black ocean, leaping and wide" -- oh my god, what a breathtaking image. Astonishing.


Thank you, Jenni, for posting this

7:07 PM  
Blogger Jenni said...

I loved it too! I tried to find a picture of Ms. Angelou that matched the vibrance and challenging tone of the poem.

8:00 PM  

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