Still I Rise...

Another piece of beautiful strong words by Maya Angelou. I am unlike Maya to be born into conflicts either due to race or surroundings, therefore I feel blessed for who I am, what I am and where I am.. But as human beings we are never out of conflicts or life's ups and down.. and there all of us can relate to what Maya has gone through and survived.. For life's journey is never a straight road, the twist and turn, the slopes and the plain are all the things that we endure.. Because endure we must and continue to strive to become a stronger and better person. What doesn't kill us, surely will make us stronger.. right! ;-) The basic rule of survival.. Never Give UP!!! Just keep your sight on the horizon, enjoy the journey and never despair... And of course, put your trust in God and Make sure you 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
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