Amen! What great advice in our situation these days. I must confess that I know her newly by the media and not in her lifetime. But as the German says: später besser als nie (later better than never.)
Yes, I know her now and stunned how wise she was (is), we can feel her wisdom in her poets, and her books. Let’s read her thoughts, her wisdom, and her poet. With a great thank to https://searchingthemeaningoflife.wordpress.com/ 🙏🙏💖
Maya Angelou was an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, several books of poetry, and is credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning over 50 years. She received dozens of awards and more than 50 honorary degrees. Wikipedia
I’m still rising – by Maya Angelou
You can write me in history
With your bitter, crooked lies
You can drag me into the dirt itself
But still, like dust, I will climb high.
Does my euphoria upset you?
Why do you surround me with darkness?
Maybe why do I walk like I own oil wells
that overflow from my living room?
Just like the moons and like the suns
With the certainty of the tide
Just like the hopes that come from above I will
still rise .
Did you want to see me break?
Covered head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like tears
Weak from my angry screams?
Does my tall stature offend you?
Do not you find it very difficult
That I laugh like I have gold mines
Digging in my backyard?
You can shoot me with your words
You can slaughter me with your eyes
You can kill me with your hatred
But still, like air, I will rise high.
Does my sexuality bother you?
Are you surprised
Where I dance like wearing diamonds
The moment my thighs merge?
Beyond the huts of the shame of history I
Over a past rooted in pain I
I am a black ocean, wavy and open Exhaling I
grow up and withstand the tide
Leaving behind nights of fear and terror I
In a sunset that is wonderfully
bright I rise
Carrying the gifts that my ancestors bequeathed to me
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise I