A Poet's Portal
| Maya Angelou |
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Hello dearest friends,
This edition is special and is dedicated not to one particular woman, but to All the Women Of Worth & Courage here at Adlandpro.
Some of whom are my best friends. I salute you dear Ladies with this dedication. I appreciate YOU !!!
About Maya Angelou:-
Maya Angelou was born in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928
to Bailey Johnson, a doorman and naval dietitian, and Vivian Baxter
Johnson, a nurse, real estate agent, and, later, merchant marine.
Angelou's brother, Bailey Jr., gave her the nickname "Maya". [7]
The details of Angelou's life, although described in her six
autobiographies and in numerous interviews, speeches, and articles,
tend to be inconsistent. Her biographer, Mary Jane Lupton, explains
that when Angelou speaks about her life, she does so eloquently but
informally and "with no time chart in front of her". [8].... to read more go here:>
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou#Early_years
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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.
Maya Angelou
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Well thats it from me. hope you all enjoy this edition..have a blessed day!!!
hugs to all you special friends:-)Pauline R
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