I don't know what it is but I have been more into poetry lately, while searching for topics and quotes for this blog I have come across more and more poems that make a lot of since and really express some of the thoughts and feelings that we have. So this week we have just been working hard trying to sell some hoodies and tshirts to make some money. The customer that we showed the contract and estimate to, seemed to have fell through. But, although we're in debt, behind on our phone bill and rent, we ain't worried about a thing. And when I stumbled across this poem from Maya Angelo I not only remember why it was one of my favorites but I felt like she was talking about us all of us. Because no matter what I Still Rise...

I Still Rise



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 Angelo ~