Monday, August 18, 2014

Maya Angelou Monday

Still I Rise (Part 1 of 3)

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 certainty of tides,
Just like hope springs high,
Still I'll rise.

Here's to a MARVELOUS Monday

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