Thursday, August 13, 2009
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
As I was waking up this morning, I took a moment to go over some thoughts, and I realized that all this bickering back and forth over this X artist, and his ill-fated concert, and everyone making comments, positive or negative , for or against it... I thought to myself, I need to disconnect.. I need to concentrate on all the positive things that are happening around me, which Thanks to God are plenty. I am blessed with so much good energy around me! I am surrounded by ART...what more beautiful and positive than the fruits of a person, their child... their paintings!
So I came back to this poem that I like so much, and this incredible woman ....
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.
In this photo, an original piece by Carlos Acostaneyra.