Maya Angelou was one of my all time heros because she was a woman who used her mind, her words, and her heart to make a difference.Thoughts of Ms. Angelou are always accompanied by a proud, strong feeling that I didn’t know at the time was self esteem and self acceptance. My mind travels to my childhood when I was in a competition or program of some sort which had to be a big deal because my mother came to see me “perform”. Not quite sure what the task was or why I was there but I remember reciting Maya Angelou’s poem “Still I Rise”. The poem had such attitude lol. I remember I was like “Mommy’s gonna let me read this for school?” She had such a resilient, unbreakable, and even some what rebellious tone that I liked but I thought would be a little too much for my mother at the time lol. My mother, being the wise women that she is, knew that there was a message behind her rebellious tone that every little girl needed to learn, recite, and keep with her always.
She said no matter what you do to me, no matter what you think of me, no matter how much you take from me, you will never be able to keep me down.I don’t have gold mines in my backyard but I smile from my heart like I haven’t a care in the world. I rise because the things that keep me lifted, the things that keep me feeling beautiful, are not tangible. Seriously…………….that’s a life lesson/key to happiness wrapped in one of her poems. She was truly a phenomenal women.
R.I.P Maya Angelou…….<3
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.