28 settembre
I call it my "Fabulous Fridays". You may call it a much needed break from the week's work. Either way, I have decided that I'd spice up these blog postings a bit by posting something fun or inspirational every last Friday of each month. (something that'll be completely separate from my online opinion). Whether it be a story I've read, a meaningful poem, a hilarious joke, a recipe, picture or song lyrics, I figure there will be many smiles to be had once these are shared.
This Friday...Maya Angelou. Not only is she a source of inspiration for us all, but her gift with words is so deeply felt through her writing.
Here's a poem that I found very motivational while I was surfing online. Feel free to share what you think of it and what it means to you by posting a comment below.
|  Still I Rise
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| | 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
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.
Maya Angelou
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