I want to manage to face the tests of life with a little more grace. And life is testing the hell out of me these days.
I have printed out Maya Angelou’s poem “Still I Rise”, I keep it near so I can remind myself. I want to share it here, because maybe one of you needs it too.
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. 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. 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.
School starts on Wednesday, and I will attend to the finishing of my degree in Social Work. Two classes and I will be done. If Grams lasts through the semester, I will take her to my graduation. It will be great to have someone from my birth family show up to a graduation of mine. It has never happened before. My daughters attended though, and I was so happy to have them see me graduate.
My daughters make me so happy and proud. I love them all so very much.