May 28 2014

In Memoriam: Maya Angelou 1928 – 2014

Author, poet, singer, dancer, actress, but most of all, Civil Rights Activist, Maya Angelou died this morning at her home in Winston-Salem, N.C. She was 86 years young.

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.

Blessed be

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1 comments

  1. May the Goddess guide her on her journey to the Summerlands. May her family and friends and the World find Peace.

    Blessed Be. The Wheel Turns

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