Good afternoon, sistas!
Because there is so much negativity in the media linked to African American women, I wanted to share this positive poem (that many of you may already know) as a reminder that no matter what "they" do, it's hard to keep a good woman down. Trust and believe, we never break but maybe bend, and if we do bend we eventually straighten out. All praises and thanks be to God. Enjoy!
"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 likes suns,
with the certainity of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did yoy 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,
Yu may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it comes 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
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifrs that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Have a wonderful week!