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June 5, 2009 Words Of Wisdom: Still I Rise (Maya Angelou)
The poem “Still I Rise” by the legendary autobiographer and poet Maya Angelou truly inspired and encouraged me last night. Love muffins I just had to post this for your spiritual absorption. In addition to her well-known autobiographies, Maya Angelou has steadily written poetry over the years. In the below video Professor Angelou recites her poem, “Still I Rise,” from her volume of poetry And Still I Rise, published in 1978. Listen and let her words resonate deep within your soul.
Ayaje
June 5, 2009 at 3:41 am
LOVE IT LOVE IT this is one of my favorite poems always makes me feel better
Kyle
June 5, 2009 at 5:41 am
This woman is my inspiration, every word that she utters is GOLD.
Kyle
June 5, 2009 at 5:41 am
This woman is my inspiration. Every word that she utters is GOLDEN.
Danny Williams
June 5, 2009 at 11:03 am
that is my favorite poem i made my own poem…..
shana
June 5, 2009 at 11:22 am
this woman does something to me everytime she opens her mouth I just want to cry
GAY
June 5, 2009 at 11:51 am
One of my favorite poems ever.
Bradley
June 5, 2009 at 1:27 pm
That poem has inspired me and is my drive when hataz come my way. I love Dr. Angelou.
Daphy
June 5, 2009 at 11:29 pm
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.
Maya Angelou