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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,
A poem that celebrates the strength and resilience of Black women and challenges the oppression and discrimination they face. Learn about the poem's structure, tone, themes, imagery, and historical context, and watch Maya Angelou recite it.
A poem by Maya Angelou that celebrates the resilience and strength of African-American women. The poem challenges the oppression and racism of the past and the present, and calls for a better future. Read the full text, listen to the audio, and learn more about the author and the poem.
A poem by the American civil rights activist and writer Maya Angelou, "Still I Rise" is an assertion of the dignity and resilience of marginalized people in the face of oppression. The poem explores themes of defiance, beauty, and blackness, and uses symbols such as oil wells, gold mines, and diamonds to represent the power and beauty of blackness.
Still I Rise Lyrics. 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...
29 de may. de 2014 · 15 traducciones. Traducción. Y aún así, me levanto. Tú puedes escribirme en la historia. con tus amargas, torcidas mentiras, puedes aventarme al fango. y aún así, como el polvo… me levanto. ¿Mi descaro te molesta? ¿Porqué estás ahí quieto, apesadumbrado? Porque camino. como si fuera dueña de pozos petroleros. bombeando en la sala de mi casa…
15 de ene. de 2014 · “ Still I Rise”. 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,
