The goal was to use this blog for a soundboard for myself to work ideas out in my mind and the general things that interest me. I never had any intentions to make a blog about my complaints, stresses, or anything that can get painfully redundant. I hold myself to a high standard in terms of the product I give to the small following I’m blessed with. I try to save the whining for my inner circle who knows me well enough to slap me back to reality or comfort me when it’s needed. I find myself stressed out a lot lately. Work, personal and life in general has in me in a little bit of a rut you could say. However, I just found a poem that perfectly describes my efforts of a “can-do” attitude. Life is stressful but eventually the stress subsides and I rise again. Thank you Maya Angelou for the reminder that no one or nothing can bring me down.

Still I rise

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 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.