Even on Cloudy Days...

 "Still I Rise." 
by Maya Angelou

"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."



Pia said...

I love Maya. LOVE HER!

Autism Mom Rising said...

Oh, I do love this. Love poetry in general. Wish I could write it. Writing poetry, I think, requies one to have the ability to conjure beautiful mental images. Having Non-Verbal Learning Disorder I most decidedly cannot think in pictures. sigh

KWombles said...


AMR, I can write some truly bad poetry! I'm too wordy, don't think lyrically, and hate following dictated patterns.