…and the sun said:
…and the sun said:
These words, they are beyond what you can comprehend. I put them here not to taunt you but to remind myself that what people of no consequence think bear no importance to my rise. I rise, I rise, I rise…. while you struggle in the gutter burdened by all your baggage.
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 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
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 gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I came home tired
You can tell from the slump of my shoulders
You told me to sit and don’t bother to cook
As I was dozing off
I felt you lift my leg and warm lotion covered my skin
You massaged my feet when I know your ankle is hurting
I thanked you because it felt so good and I felt better
You said you didn’t do it for me
I smiled and felt even better.