I’ve had her collection of Poems- Phenomenal Woman for years . Today I want to share with you one of the poems in the collection- “ Still I Rise”. Here’s to every Nigerian woman out there. Everywhere I look i see amazing young women doing amazing stuff in businesses, start-ups, careers… We are amazing! We Rise! (and yes! We love you Maya Angelou! Keep on Resting in Blissful Peace) [caption id="attachment_278" align="aligncenter" width="620"]Maya Angelou the inauguration of Bill Clinton in Washington, D.C. in 1993. Maya Angelou the inauguration of Bill Clinton in Washington, D.C. in 1993.[/caption]  

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Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread 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.]]>

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