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 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
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.

Maya Angelou

Whispers of your presence lingers through the day
winds of need blow gentle as thoughts of you it plays.
Sitting by the lake of dreams holding your silky hand
million thoughts run through my head steady making plans.

Virtual renaissance painting, ambrosial angel face
picture of perfection beauty style and grace.
Let me be the canvas for the colors in your life
brush in hand I will paint away all the grays of strife.

Saturated by a mist of sexually enigmatic dreams.
knowing that one special day, we will ride the tide supreme.
Rose petal scented hot tub and candles set the mood
strawberry taste on full red lips, not to be eschewed.

On soft feather pillows, you lay your pretty head
satin sheets caress your skin on color of deep red.
Moonlight through the window silhouette on the shade
As darkness hung with folded wings, it sang a serenade.


-Tj Berk

*To One HatedHad it been when I came to the valley where the paths parted asunder,
Chance had led my feet to the way of love, not hate,
I might have cherished you well, have been to you fond and faithful,
Great as my hatred is, so might my love have been great.
Each cold word of mine might have been a kiss impassioned,
Warm with the throb of my heart, thrilled with my pulse's leap,
And every glance of scorn, lashing, pursuing, and stinging,
As a look of tenderness would have been wondrous and deep.
Bitter our hatred is, old and strong and unchanging,
Twined with the fibres of life, blent with body and soul,
But as its bitterness, so might have been our love's sweetness
Had it not missed the way­strange missing and sad!­to its goal.
Lucy Montgomery