When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. — Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou – 1928-2014
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.
Source
https://poets.org/poem/still-i-rise?gclid=EAIaIQobChMIgKy3xvbs_QIV_RStBh0tKgWaEAAYASAAEgIPCPD_BwE
From And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.
MRS. T’S CORNER 
Like the sun, like angelic wings, like a fragrant aroma, like the dawn; a soul free, rises! One of the most enlightened poets!
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Warren.
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You’re welcome!
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Really beautiful.
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Thank you, Deborah, I apologize for the delay in responding but I just found your comment in Spam. I am diligently trying to catch up on comments so I can catch up reading everyone’s blogs before April 4th. Enjoy the rest of your day/night.
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Yes, yes, yes! One of the best poems ever written. I miss Ms. Angelou. Fortunately, her words live on.
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Thank you for your comments which I concur. Her words live on…
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Thank you for the share!
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STILL, I RISE TO MY MASION ROBE AND CROWN!
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I, too, rise and strive to be ready when Jesus returns making my calling and election sure to be prepared for the prepared place (Heaven). Thanks for reading and commenting.
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