Still I Rise

I know I tend to write pure shite on this here blog space and I appreciate those who take the time to read and digest the nonsense within my head. I don't wanna get all serious and gay(!) but I just wanted to show love for one of my fave poets Maya Angelou after being reminded by a friend of her greatness. I am a bit of a poet freak (mainly because they tend to be short and sweet as my attention span is shocking!) and one of my all time favourite poems is 'Still I Rise' by Angelou. This lady is a heroine for women writers and prolific ambassador in using her art to narrate 'her struggle' just not as a woman, but as Black woman in very unsettling times. It is writing like this which inspired me to start penning my own shit in the first place! Soz.

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 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
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. 

I'm not really a fan of poems which ramble on about autumn leaves rustling through the wind, or love sonnets portraying ill fated lovers... or words/phrases like 'thee thou hast cometh!' Just talk like a normal person and quit showing off! Using big words and ridiculous imagery to simply describe you taking a poo or equally mundane activites is not big and it's not clever! Big respect for the age old scholars of yester years, but writing poems about love disguised as war with an undertone of irony and a massive helping of words you picked outta a Thesaurus just screams... "bore me later!"

So as I can't sleep I figured I would take on Angelou's famous poem above and remix it a little. I haven't written anything poetic for some time so if it sucks... apologies... but what you gonna do except click out of this page!

You may talk behind my back,
You may stand and criticize,
But funnily enough I don’t give a shit
Coz just like dust I ‘ll rise.

Does my dress sense offend you?
Is it the volume of my hair?
Should I quiet my voice in public?
Nope sorry, I just don’t care.

Would you like to see me frowning?
So down beat with many tears.
Well you can’t break what’s already broken
I’ve already jumped and touched my fears.

Does my massive heart offend you?
Don’t you worry I’ll be just fine,
As I laugh instead of wailing
I still pick me every time.
 
Just like the stars above me
Ok maybe it was a plane!
Sometimes you need to believe
You need crazy to be sane.

So you may think I’m a fool
You may think I am unwise,
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
As just like air… this girl will rise.

 

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