Still I Rise

I dedicate this poem to all those (unfortunately they are not here) who don't know how  to act around me anymore immediately they hear my Genotype is SS...like seriously? like all of a sudden I become a specimen under the microscope that you don't know whether to crush or hug...like I'm supposed to apologize to them for not looking the part or for shattering their illusions about me... awwww...sometimes the look on their faces in direct contrast to what he/she says is too priceless for words. I laugh most times cos its just darn too funny...other times, I'm disappointed and sometimes, I'm just indifferent...but mehn whatever.

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. 

-Maya Angelou

Happy Women's Day

Nutty Jay...