Still I’ll Rise
Posted on November 5, 2008 - Filed Under Activism, color blind, poetry, politics, race
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.
In honor of yesterday’s historic election, a little Maya Angelou inspiration. No matter your political leaning, you have to admit it’s a momentous occasion.
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