Still I Rise

Soaring like the Eagle
Blessings,

I just want to take a moment and say, Thank you! For all your comments, emails, and words of encouragement. I appreciate you all so much. I have found something very therapeutic in penning my thoughts. You may notice I have been posting a lot of poems by Maya Angelou, this is because of the season that I’m in. I have found comfort in her writings. I’m learning no matter what I may face in life, the good, bad, and ugly, Through it all, Still I Rise!. It has been rough on every level, but I have learned a lot about myself, and my purpose in life. As my Pastor would say “Praise thru the storm, pray out of confusion & push past the pain”. That is my words of encouragement to you, Praise, Pray, and Push! Like the Eagle keep Soaring, Keep Rising, the best is yet to come!

:¨·.·¨:
`·. Andria M. Thompson

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Still I 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.

By Maya Angelou

1 Peter 5:7 Casting all your cares upon him; for he careth for you. With God you can rise above every circumstance in your life

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