Still I Rise: A Message To Every Woman


The Way I See It: 

Every WOMAN should seek the power within and Rise. Ladies: Connect with your roots of Strength, Pride and the essence of who you really are. No matter what you THINK you look like, no matter what ANYBODY is telling you who you SHOULD BE, HAVE to BE…break the frames, the fear, the disappointments, the doubts, unwrap yourself from any label and set yourself free, to soar, to fly to BE what YOU meant to BE: A WOMAN that Still will Rise. It’s ALL within Ladies, All within….

Everyone in the world will pair one way or another with fear pain or loss or disappointment yet each of us has awakened and risen. Maya Angelou

Love and Light – Noha

BIO (more): Dr. Maya Angelou is one of the most renowned and influential voices of our time. Hailed as a global renaissance woman, Dr. Angelou is a celebrated poet, memoirist, novelist, educator, dramatist, producer, actress, historian, filmmaker, and civil rights activist. Born on April 4th, 1928, in St. Louis, Missouri, Dr. Angelou was raised in St. Louis and Stamps, Arkansas.

Still I Rise

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.

Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou

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.

Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou

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?

Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou

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.

Maya Angelou
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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. rousses cochonnes
    Sep 02, 2014 @ 11:14:55

    C’est un vrai plaisir de regarder votre poste

  2. nohahassan
    Sep 02, 2014 @ 11:32:11

    Merci beaucoup 🙂

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