![]() ![]() Maya Angelou was an author, poet, dancer, actress and singer. Yesterday would have been the 93rd birthday of one of the nations finest writers. 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. For our premium ad-free experience, including exclusive podcasts, issues and more, subscribe to. ![]() The theme of home and belonging is central to Angelou’s work to her spirit and is also. Stay tuned, and prepare to be inspired by the wisdom and artistry of Maya Angelou. You only are free when you realize you belong no place you belong every place no place at all, the late and great Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928May 28, 2014) told Bill Moyers in their extraordinary 1973 conversation. 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. This collection of her most iconic expressions is more than just a compilation it’s an invitation to an enlightening journey through the mind of one of the most influential writers of our time. 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.ĭoes my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.ĭid you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?ĭoes 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. 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.ĭoes my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. ![]()
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