Still I Rise

I was browsing through the internet and found this amazing poem. It actually made me feel proud as a person or shall I say, as an INDIVIDUAL.


I can relate to it wholeheartedly because I was once a person who was never even proud of who I am.. I had so much doubts with myself, there were lots of people who want to bring me down and belittle me.. I even came to a point where the only choice that's left in me is to give up. But then I am very thankful now because I've met so many people that helped me to be confident and to know what I am really capable of.


I'm also thankful to those who didn't believe in my capabilities because they inspired me to still push myself further into my dreams. Never stop hating me, because that will never be my problem at all. It will forever be yours and yours alone. Oh, and thanks sooo much really! I cannot thank you all enough! Keep it coming! :-)))


Lastly, I would like to thank my loved ones, because they are my only strength. They are the ones who never doubted me. I owe it highly to them. :-)


Now back to the poem, it's kind of long but I swear it's worth reading.. So, here it goes..

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.

And therefore, STILL I RISE! 

So everyone, never let anyone bring you down. Instead, take it as a challenge. Because it's only you who know yourself more than anyone else. Let all of them see what you've got!

Hope you all like it! :-)

xx, Germaine