I thought deep and hard about what I would write about today. As I think about the text I’ve been responding to, calls I’ve been getting and conversations I know a lot of people going through something. Not to say my life is ALL GOOD.
While thinking of the struggles we face, I thought about a poem by Dr. Maya Angelou titled Still I Rise
Still I Rise
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 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
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
No matter what life throws your way, rising is always an option. Staying at the bottom allows you to before defeated and overwhelmed. Today I encourage you to fix your shoulders in a posture of confidence, hold your head up and rise!!
It’s because of women like Dr. Maya, First Lady Michelle, and Oprah we see what it’s like to Rise!
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