In honor of Ascension Day, and the spirit of
humanity that can overcome oppression and injustice… let us bask in the spirit
and the words of the late great poet.
‘Still
I Rise’ by Maya Angelou
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.
A
wonderful poem! And she
rose. May she rest in peace.