March is Women’s History month (Maya Angelou)
I saw this post on shianwrites.wordpress.com and really liked it. I got permission from the blog owner to re-blog her post. Thank you Shianwrites! I have always enjoyed Maya Angelou’s poetry.
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 rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom?
Just because I walk as if I have oil wells, pumping in my living room.
Just like suns and like moons, With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high, Still I 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 sassiness upset you? Don’t you take it so hard just because I laugh
As if I have gold mines, diggin’ in my own back yard.
You can shoot me with your words, you can cut me with your lies,
You can kill me with your hatefulness, but just like life, I rise.
Does my sexiness offend you? Does it come as a surprise, that I dance
as if I have diamonds, at the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame, I rise
Up from a past rooted in pain, I rise
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 miraculous clear, I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the hope and the dream of the slave.
And so natrually, there I go rising… I rise I rise I rise.