Poet's Corner

Welcome to Poet's Corner!  This is a section dedicated to showcasing the work of talented young poets (and occasionally talented old poets)!  Since this is the Hope issue and we're focused on navigating the COVID-19 crisis, we're publishing an icon poem by the great Maya Angelou, Still I Rise. 

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Still I Rise

By Maya Angelou

 

From "And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems".  Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.

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.

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ISSUE NO. 1 | OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 2020 | VOLUME 2
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