4 April 2017

This week's poem: "Still I rise"

Whatever you do, she rises. Maya Angelou. You may do this or that to her, she rises, and you couldn't do much about it. Someone recently called her a "ho", and still she rises. I enjoy Maya's poetry for the way she finds a vein and then mines it, gets all the juice there is in it, and uses it to slap the infidel. After which she continues to rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

That's just the kind of question to ask, isn't it? In this poem, Maya asks questions. And if it's not her sassiness that gets up your nose, then what is it? What's getting you hot under the collar? Why are you upset, mean, illogical, idiotic. Is it her? Has she done anything wrong? And since she knows she hasn't done anything wrong, she asks, ...

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?
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8 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

she certainly does keep rising, that's what I love about her work.

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fearfullymade said...

I love Maya Angelou and I especially love this poem. So much power in the words and strength too. Kind of like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Nothing can stop her, neither the weight of history nor the negative energy of those who criticize her.

gingatao said...

Maya Angelou certainly gets a lot of energy and life in her poetry. Congratulations on your Best Blogging Buddies Award!

Kai C. said...

i love her
thank you thank you

kojo said...

Maya Angelou has overcome so much in her life and been able to translate that into beauty of word. I do not think anyone is in a position to criticise her because of that.

Nice one, Ntate. Finally back in the blogging sphere, and writing again for the first time in months.

Ha e be khotso

Rethabile said...

Ntate Baffoe,
Khotso lapeng. I was in Jo'burg (and Maseru) last August, but had such little time that I couldn't get in touch. Ke tla leka he etsa joalo kamoso.

Yes, Maya has overcome and is overcoming.

Pat Paulk said...

She is one of my favorites. I keep her and Mary Oliver side by side on my bookshelf. Thanks for posting her poem.

Lyrically speaking said...

I love this poem, especially when she reads it out loud