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"Still I Rise"

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Jul. 11th, 2005 | 06:30 pm
mood: infuriated~~Infuriated~~
posted by: angels_heart27 in magic_of_words

Just recently I have had a very traumatic experience happen to me!!!
Of course I am saddened & on a gloomy, dark path I travel @ the moment feeling my way through the darkness, not too sure were I am heading! I am so confused & angered by the certainty of pain I will feel when I rise in the morning! I know that it will not go on forever BUT that statement does not hold my hand today! It does not confort me as it has in the past, b/c in the past it has let me down!!! I have been done dirty by those above me & I know that I shall rise from the ashes of pain & suffering BUT right now, today, I feel as if I am NO one special! I feel today as if I have not made a difference in the lives of others as I have always thrieved on in my profession & in my family & friend's lives, yet I know that this is just a phase that may carry on involentarily as long as it wishes! I just want the one thing that sustained me in my life & felt as if it were my second wind back!!! I can only hope & pray that it won't be long before I rise again out of this gloom!!! Although I know that this poem holds another meaning for Miss Maya It holds another for me as well! We as human beings tied down to our lives, or jobs, or chores & errands are all slaves, Our ancestors also worked hard to have a life, did my Grandmother ever feel this way, did she cry amidst her beautiful eyes??? Did her mother feel as I do now, did she ever show her pain to others??? Wilst such things were not always spoken of by women, it was taboo, women had to play the roll of the house wife & a good servant to her husband & the church!!! In reality we are all slaves to our duties & insecurities!!!
I hope that you enjoy & respect this poem as I do now, as it comforts me in my pain!

"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.

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