
Like most Black folks, I am resilient. In the words of 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.
We keep our heads high.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Other people do not value us. They make money off our bodies and take pleasure in our suffering.
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.
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.
Thank you, Maya Angelou. Your poetic words inspire me. I am resilient, and I will rise.
Keep it up! Sunday hugs
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Such a good poem to quote. I hope your resilience keeps up.
Hi Curtis. It’s kept me going this long. The more I accept problems as part of my life and develop a support system to help me cope, the easier it is to get back up and rise.
That’s good, Angela. It’s good that you’re figuring out these things and finding a support system. I’ve been realizing more things in my life especially over the past few weeks.