Everyone in the world has gone to bed one night or another with fear, or pain, or loss or disappointment. And yet each of us has awakened arisen. Somehow made our ablutions in other human beings and said morning how are yah? Fine thanks and you? It’s amazing wherever that abinds in the human being there is the nobleness of the human spirit. Despite it all, black and white, Asians, Spanish, Native American, pretty, plain, thin, fat, vowed or celibate, we rise.
AND STILL I RISE – Maya Angelou
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 the suns, with the certainty of tides, just like hopes and springing high, still I rise.
Maya Angelou: Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, weakened by my soulful cries?
Nicki Minaj: Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard, cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines digging in my own backyard.
Maya Angelou: You can shoot me with your words, you can cut me with your lies, you can kill me with your hatefulness, but just like life, I’ll rise.
Nicki Minaj: 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?
Serena Williams: Out of the huts of history’s shame, I rise.
Up from a past that’s rooted 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.
Maya Angelou: Into a daybreak miraculously clear, I rise.
Serena Williams: Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I rise.
Maya Angelou: I am the hope and the dream of the slave and so . There I go rising.