Still I Rise
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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.
Black History Month
Published: February 12, 2020
25 Poems For Black History Month
One of the celebrations that takes place during February is Black History Month. It’s a time to celebrate the accomplishments of African Americans. The world of poetry has been touched by these individuals. Poets like Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou have helped to encourage, influence, and change the world with their words.
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"Still I Rise" is a verbalized legacy formed from the roots and depth of her heart. Maya Angelou exhilarated how to overcome life barriers as she exhaled a fulfilling visual capacity of a...
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When Great Trees Fall
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,Featured Shared StoryI have also lost a son, a baby boy. Back then I was very grieved by that experience. I was told by people that loved me and helped support me to quickly heal and get over the way I felt, even...
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Phenomenal Woman
Analysis of Form and Technique
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.Featured Shared StoryI grew up with beautiful sisters, and I was the ugly duckling. To this day I feel their jealousy, and they will never give me respect. I walk proud, and people like me. I'm successful,...
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Mother, A Cradle To Hold Me
It is true
I was created in you.
It is also true
That you were created for me. -
Rose Painted
Poem About Skin ColorIf I were a Rose painted black,
would you cast me aside
like blackened, burnt rice?
Would my color tarnish my sweet smell?Featured Shared StoryThis was a very true poem! I love the meaning, and it really brings out the idea of discrimination by color and how bad it is. I love it!
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On Aging
When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.Featured Shared StoryReading this poem was very heartfelt and personal. Maya Angelou has always been my favorite author of all times, but reading this particular poem reminds me of my grandmother who I was lucky...
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Human Family
I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.Featured Shared StoryWith so much sadness and feeling alone in the world today, reading these words reminded me there are so many others that feel the same. And it's so important for us all to remember all humans...
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Equality
You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.Featured Shared StoryTruely inspirational poem. This is the cry of present time that it is the 21st century and people are still struggling for equality, which is far from reach for many.
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Alone
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirstyFeatured Shared StoryI strongly agree with Maya Angelou. Her poem reflects a timely theme. At any age a person might suffer due to loneliness, but worse in the old age. Then one needs physical as well as...
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I so get it. Dreams are hope to a lot of us. I've heard it said that before you get it you have to dream it. I think when we stop dreaming we stop reaching, and when we stop reaching we stop...
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