Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Authors have needs too?!

Hey ya'll,
So I know that sometimes as an author we have a hard time finding inspiration and motivation to keep writing. However, if we dig deep enough we are able to find this place within ourselves that helps us to reach our full potential.

There have been many people who have influenced me in such a positive way. One of them being my middle school teacher Mr. B. He has been so incredible in the sense of helping me to find my confidence in going for my dreams. Also, my high school teacher Mrs. K. has equipped me with the knowledge I needed to push ahead in my goals o I can fulfill my destiny.

However, despite the endless support I received from them and family members I know that others may not have the support that I do. So here is a poem by the late Mrs. Maya Angelou that will make your heart dance in all the right beats! LOL

This is one of my favorite poems by the way ;)

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
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.

Have a nice day! And remember to smile, to keep going, and to keep living your life victoriously :) Comment below if you have a poem that you'd like me to read!!!! 

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