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still i rise - a poem by maya angelou

still i rise - a poem by maya angelou

Still I Rise is an incredible, inspirational poem written by the beautiful Maya Angelou. From a collection similarly titled And Still I Rise, the poems focus on a hopeful determination to rise above difficulty and discouragement. Many of us know Maya Angelou as an active member of the Civil Rights Movement, and themes from that period (as well as the current state of race) can be observed in her words below.

But I also think we can use this poem to remind ourselves that no matter what struggles we face, it too will pass. We will rise against our barriers. And we will rock whatever wonders the universe brings our way.


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.



the gift of gratitude

the gift of gratitude

amazing breath meditation to find your centre

amazing breath meditation to find your centre