u 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
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.
by Maya Angelou
It’s a beautiful thing when one fulfils their purpose… May her beautiful soul rest in peace
watching over madiba (june. 23, 2013. 6:07 p.m. est, usa), nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
today, dec 5th, 2013 madiba has gone from this world. i thank him for the wideness and largeness of his spirit, the lion of his waters, the strength that fed us all. he taught me the truth about africa, taught me that she can and never will be defeated. i shed tears because i am happy you were here, amongst us, with us, filling us all with your light, love, and quiet honey. you magnificent child of Africa, let us sing and dance you home to the ancestors :)))