Year: 2014

Still I Rise ~ 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 …


  há dias assim feitos de um cansaço baço e com sabor a bafio, dias em que as horas são rio grossas e turvas e sem fim. há dias assim. há dias de manhãs sem relento e as mãos sem assento, e o olhar a quedar-se quebrado por tardes infindas de inúteis romarias onde tudo é passado. há dias assim, águas destino e fado sem fundo e sem fim.   © Nina Light CC-BY-NC-ND