Still I 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 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…”

An excerpt from the brilliant mind of Maya Angelou.  This piece reminds me that through adversity, we all have the opportunity to rise.  Through all of our suffering, embarrassment, and heartache we can still rise.  Setbacks happen in life.  One minute you are buying a cup of coffee a t Starbucks and the next you might find yourself on the receiving end of unemployment benefits.  I am saddened by her passing, as many are, but these words sit with me and ring truth in my ear.  They give me a sense of hope and lifted me out of despair during a very difficult time in my life.  We can all learn a thing or two from these words, please take the time to read her poem “Still I rise” here: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise

Rest in eternal Peace.Maya

Maya Angelou 1928-2014