Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Still I Rise - Poem by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.


Comments about Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

  • (6/25/2017 10:15:00 PM)


    This poem is better than I thought it would be, as I had thought that Maya Angelou
    was overrated. Not so here, as her poem is authentic and sassy-which I like.
    Brilliant repetition of 'I rise'.
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (6/24/2017 6:36:00 AM)


    Beautiful composition with nice penmanship. Thrilling expression.I like most lines are...poet Maya Angelou #1 on top 500 poets Poet's PagePoemsQuotesCommentsStatsE-BooksBiographyVideosShare on FacebookShare on Twitter
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    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may tread 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.. Thanks to the soul of Maya Angelou.
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  • Hassan Hayati (6/23/2017 10:06:00 PM)


    I love this poem, it rises hope in the worst mood (Report) Reply

  • Suresh Raavi (6/18/2017 3:29:00 AM)


    Very inspirational & Amazing (Report) Reply

  • Adolf Baloyi (6/14/2017 3:20:00 AM)


    What a gift to the universe, a black angel Maya Angelou may her soul rest in peace (Report) Reply

  • (6/13/2017 1:00:00 PM)


    HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Pilar Mogollon (6/10/2017 3:22:00 PM)


    a resounding hll yes! Yes, yes, yes! Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Oh how I love that descriptive. Although I see now exceptionality, personally, in diamonds. The end is my favorite part, from out of the huts... on. That is just exquisite.
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  • (6/1/2017 6:13:00 AM)


    Amazing (Report) Reply

  • (5/31/2017 6:27:00 AM)


    What mind blowing lines¡
    From the start to the end.
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  • (5/29/2017 1:52:00 PM)


    Wow I dance like I've got Diamonds (Report) Reply

  • (5/28/2017 5:23:00 PM)


    This is beautiful, there is no other way to describe this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Mahima Prathaban (5/27/2017 1:13:00 PM)


    Up from a past that's rooted in pain
    I rise
    Loved it..
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  • Dhiren Doley (5/7/2017 8:59:00 AM)


    মই তথাপি উদয় হম
    মূল: মায়া এঞ্জেলো অনুবাদ: ধীৰেন দলে

    তোমাৰ ঘৃনাভৰা কলম আৰু বিকৃত মিথ্যাৰে
    মোক ইতিহাসৰ পাতত লিপিবদ্ধ কৰিব পাৰা,
    তুমি মোক আবৰ্জনাৰ মাজত গচকি পেলাব পাৰা
    কিন্তু তথাপি ধুলি উৰাদি মই পুনৰ উদয় হম।

    কি মোৰ চঞ্চলতাই বেজাৰ দিয়ে তোমাক?
    তুমি কিয় গুমোঠা মাৰিছা?
    কাৰণ মই এনেকৈ চলা-ফিৰা কৰোঁ মই যেন
    মোৰ বৈঠকখানাতে তেলৰ খনি পায় নিষ্কাশন কৰোঁ।

    গভীৰ আত্মপ্ৰত্যয়েৰে,
    ঠিক জোন আৰু বেলিৰ দৰে,
    ঠিক আশা প্ৰবাহিত হোৱাৰ দৰেই
    মোৰ পুনৰ উত্থান হব।

    মোৰ বিচূৰ্ণাৱস্থা চাব খুজিছিলা?
    অৱনমিত শিৰ আৰু নত হোৱা চকু?
    অশ্ৰুবিন্দুৰ দৰে মোৰ কান্ধ স্খলিত।
    প্ৰাণপূৰ্ণ ক্ৰন্দনত নিশকতীয়া।

    কি মোৰ অভিমানে তোমাক বিৰক্ত কৰে?
    তুমি জানো ইয়াক বৰ কঠিন বুলি নেভাৱা
    কিয়নো মই এনেকৈ হাঁহো যেন
    মোৰ পিছ চোতালত সোনৰ খনি পায় খনন কৰোঁ।

    তোমাৰ বাক্যবানেৰে মোক বিদীৰ্ণ কৰিব পাৰা,
    তোমাৰ চকুৰে চাৱনিৰে মোক টোকোৰা কৰিব পাৰা
    তোমাৰ ঘৃনাৰে মোক হত্যা কৰিব পাৰা
    কিন্তু তথাপি, বতাহৰ দৰে মই পুনৰ উৰ্দ্ধগামি হওঁ।

    কি মোৰ যৌনাভিলাসীতাই তোমাক বেজাৰ দিয়ে?
    ই কি তোমাৰ বাবে এক বিস্ময় যেন লাগে
    যে মই এনেকৈ নাচো যেন মোৰ কৰঙ্গনৰ মাজত
    হীৰাৰ খনি আৱিস্কাৰ কৰিলো।

    ইতিহাসৰ সকলো লজ্জাৰ জুপুৰীৰ পৰা
    মই উঠি আহোঁ
    যাতনাৰ বুকুত খুদিত অতীত এটাৰ পৰা
    মই উঠি আহোঁ
    মই এখন শাওঁবৰণীয়া মহাসমুদ্ৰ, ঢৌ চঞ্চলা আৰু বিশাল
    জোৱাৰত মই বহন কৰোঁ ওখ চাপৰ ঢৌ।
    আতঙ্ক আৰু ত্ৰাসৰ ৰাতিবোৰ পিছফালে এৰি আহি
    উঠি আহোঁ মই।
    চমকা এটা দিনৰ পোহৰলৈ
    মই উঠি আহোঁ।
    মোৰ পূৰ্বজসকলে দান কৰা উপহাৰবোৰ লৈ
    ময়েই দাসসকলৰ সপোন আৰু আশা।
    উঠি আহোঁ মই
    উঠি আহোঁ মই
    উঠি আহোঁ মই।
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  • (4/27/2017 7:30:00 AM)


    a magnificent poem and very well spoken (Report) Reply

  • Ernest Hilary (4/20/2017 9:50:00 PM)


    Well penned. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2017 1:31:00 AM)


    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    I don't care coz im a phenomenal woman; D
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  • Oratile Diratsagae (4/14/2017 11:46:00 PM)


    this is so good. peace (Report) Reply

  • Upendra Majhi (4/13/2017 2:38:00 AM)


    like moon, star, sun, hope, air, dust, tide she rises.wonderful thought of robust confidence amidst hundreds of hundred
    year-old stumbling blocks. Inequality is the biggest political, social, economic issues.Gender inequality accentuating other half dozen inequality is disintegrating the oneness of humanity.its inteleectual and emotional and spiritual capacity.Man chauvinism, colour prejudice, caste intolerance, status arrogance, to be studied optimally.
    (Report) Reply

  • Victoria Aquilina (4/9/2017 7:02:00 PM)


    one of my favorite poems (Report) Reply

  • Oratile Diratsagae (4/4/2017 8:31:00 AM)


    nice 1 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 7, 2014


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