![]() You see, baby, you have to protect yourself. Know you will have to make adaptations, in love, in relationships, in friends, in society, in work, but don't let anybody change your mind. 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. Don't anybody raise you from the way you have been raised. ![]() 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. The Collected Autobiographies of Maya Angelou, p.49, Modern Library My mother had said me, 'All right, youve been raised, so dont let anybody else raise you. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope. She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, and several books of poetry, and was credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning over 50 years. When we find someone who is brave, fun, intelligent, and loving, we have to thank the universe. ![]() 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? Maya Angelou American Poet born on April 04, 1928, died on Maya Angelou was an American author, poet, dancer, actress, and singer. 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 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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