tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24794370.post695067811782804958..comments2023-10-29T08:32:30.231-05:00Comments on MICHAWN'S MEANDERINGS: Joel. Michawn. {Part 32 - Plowing, Simplifying, The Gerasene Man, and Wounded Soldier}Michawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03083356425144072640noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24794370.post-85044806984690691762015-07-27T10:00:41.325-05:002015-07-27T10:00:41.325-05:00yes!, jeannie. love this! maya angelou is one of...yes!, jeannie. love this! maya angelou is one of my very favorites. i even had the privilege to see her in person in college. thank you so much for this. <3 just perfect.Michawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03083356425144072640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24794370.post-1325616609491749152015-07-27T08:42:09.373-05:002015-07-27T08:42:09.373-05:00Sending strength from South Africa - talking of ri...Sending strength from South Africa - talking of rising, this poem is one for all who are struggling:<br /><br />Still I Rise<br />Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014<br /><br />You may write me down in history<br />With your bitter, twisted lies,<br />You may trod me in the very dirt<br />But still, like dust, I’ll rise.<br /><br />Does my sassiness upset you?<br />Why are you beset with gloom?<br />‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells<br />Pumping in my living room.<br /><br />Just like moons and like suns,<br />With the certainty of tides,<br />Just like hopes springing high,<br />Still I’ll rise.<br /><br />Did you want to see me broken?<br />Bowed head and lowered eyes?<br />Shoulders falling down like teardrops,<br />Weakened by my soulful cries?<br /><br />Does my haughtiness offend you?<br />Don’t you take it awful hard<br />‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines<br />Diggin’ in my own backyard.<br /><br />You may shoot me with your words,<br />You may cut me with your eyes,<br />You may kill me with your hatefulness,<br />But still, like air, I’ll rise.<br /><br />Does my sexiness upset you?<br />Does it come as a surprise<br />That I dance like I’ve got diamonds<br />At the meeting of my thighs?<br /><br />Out of the huts of history’s shame<br />I rise<br />Up from a past that’s rooted in pain<br />I rise<br />I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,<br />Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.<br /><br />Leaving behind nights of terror and fear<br />I rise<br />Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear<br />I rise<br />Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,<br />I am the dream and the hope of the slave.<br />I rise<br />I rise<br />I rise.<br /><br />Jeanniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06678729608908870257noreply@blogger.com