18.12.05

inspiration

the following is an excerpt from one my favorite poems, "still i rise," by the esteemed maya angelou. although the poem was originally intended to describe the african-american triumph over slavery, the text runs much deeper and serves as a template for the attitude that hubby and i have tried to maintain throughout his treatment. please read, share, and i hope that you may draw the same strength from these words as i have.


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 backyard.

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.

posted by amanda @ 11:39 PM

1 Comments:

At 12/19/2005 06:28:00 PM, Blogger Minerva said...

As an English teacher, I teach this every year to the boys at school, but I have never associated it with cancer...
Thank you Amanda for teaching me someone new...

Minerva

 

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