Still I rise

It’s Day 1 of my personal 30-day challenge: Write what’s on my mind.

At this moment it’s a poem by Dr. Maya Angelou, called “Still I Rise.”

This is a screenshot of Dr. Maya Angelou from the video of her reciting her poem, “Still I Rise.”

She writes of overcoming injustice and prejudice, of holding onto her confidence and spunk, and of knowing her worth even as others, and society, try to tear her down. It reads like a promise. (You can watch her recite it here.)

As a child, Dr. Angelou didn’t speak for five years after she was traumatized by sexual abuse. She found her voice again, and used it to speak out over and over during her lifetime. To me this makes her poem all the more poignant and powerful.

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 backyard.

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.

For me it’s a reminder, during Black History Month and beyond, that “Nevertheless she persisted.”

Because, as Dr. Angelou writes, “Still, like air, I rise.”

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