What’s bride without veil, king without crown, eyes without sight
What’s morning without bright, love without sacrifice, tomorrow without hope
What’s beauty without acceptance, joy without an uprising, volcano without lava
What’s laughter without sound, play without colour, sky without blue
What’s me without you?
I legit think
I am going to die of
Heart-dropping, heart stopping
Somedays you find yourself in
Habits you thought you’ve outgrown
Life is not a staircase
It’s a circle
It all goes and comes and goes
Keep in mind who you are
Keep in mind it won’t last forever
You will survive
A story will be told
Failure is a testament to your humanity
Failure is not a dirty word
Failure does not exist
It doesn’t matter how much you know
You love them
They might not love you back
And you can’t make them.
You might not be
a strong believer in people, for good reason
But don’t be so feebleminded to think
You have no need for friends in every season
One or two, three or twenty
Number is of little relevance, perhaps age of more importance,
Or not. Point is
You need people to remind you that you are alive
And that there is meaning in that word because
In all the choices that are and will be made in their limited existence
You are one that they make daily
Some days with more intensity and devotion than others, point is,
You are chosen—
And people need you too,
To do the same for them.
Maybe, just maybe this is how we stay alive
In the less bodily sense of the word.
By Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.
To be. To love. To create. To live.
To fall and rise and
Raise others in my rising and more,
In my falling
To look. To see. To breathe. To work.
To be immersed in the beauty of life, and let
The tears and laugh lines of living kiss my naked cheeks.
To shine. To reflect. To sing. To dance.
To be reminded constantly of something bigger than the consequential irregularities of being
A city of blood and flesh and bone
And in that remembrance find
Strength, find hope, find enough love birthing boldness
To wake another morning and the next after that.