As I read the Blogs from yesterday, Oh, how I was so inspired!!
When I read this poem this morning from Maya Angelou, it reminded me that if we can have a conversation with our ancestors about our research, especially those of us that come up against brick walls or have Bloggers Block, or just feel like we have nothing to say. This is what our ANCESTORS would say to us:
“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
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Whenever we feel like we have come up against something in our research or our everyday lives, know that our(their) stories will be told, because Still We Rise!! Our Ancestor’s SPIRIT lives in us, and it is our duty to tell their story!
(Source: Poem Written by: Maya Angelou, not sure what year, but just love the words)