RIP Maya Angelou

[JuliefromOhio]

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 backyard.
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.

 

[Figjam]

...we've lost a great one - but she lives on in her works and our collective memory.

 

[Sunset Rose]

I love Maya Angelou's books; her autobiographies and her poetry. She was so gifted in so many different fields of work. I'm going to miss her. Rest in peace, Miss Maya.

 

[Renee]

I love Maya Angelou's books; her autobiographies and her poetry. She was so gifted in so many different fields of work. I'm going to miss her. Rest in peace, Miss Maya.

I just found out here that she died....and only in the context that she had a child at 17.
She will be missed

 

[JuliefromOhio]

here's a min-bio of Maya Angelou.

 

[justoffal]

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 backyard.
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.

Her poetry sucks....her life sucked....her raical prostitution sucked.... Her sickening generic victimization sucked.....all in all she just sucked in general.

Rest in peace....I have a bladder full of urine for the grass on your grave.... worm bait.

JO

 

[Figjam]

Her poetry sucks....her life sucked....her raical prostitution sucked.... Her sickening generic victimization sucked.....all in all she just sucked in general.

Rest in peace....I have a bladder full of urine for the grass on your grave.... worm bait.

JO

...and yet you honor her by taking time to reply - interesting. Your words say one thing and your actions say quite another.

 

[JuliefromOhio]

Statement By The President On The Passing Of Maya Angelou:

When her friend Nelson Mandela passed away last year, Maya Angelou wrote that “No sun outlasts its sunset, but will rise again, and bring the dawn.”
Today, Michelle and I join millions around the world in remembering one of the brightest lights of our time – a brilliant writer, a fierce friend, and a truly phenomenal woman. Over the course of her remarkable life, Maya was many things – an author, poet, civil rights activist, playwright, actress, director, composer, singer and dancer. But above all, she was a storyteller – and her greatest stories were true. A childhood of suffering and abuse actually drove her to stop speaking – but the voice she found helped generations of Americans find their rainbow amidst the clouds, and inspired the rest of us to be our best selves. In fact, she inspired my own mother to name my sister Maya.
Like so many others, Michelle and I will always cherish the time we were privileged to spend with Maya. With a kind word and a strong embrace, she had the ability to remind us that we are all God’s children; that we all have something to offer. And while Maya’s day may be done, we take comfort in knowing that her song will continue, “flung up to heaven” – and we celebrate the dawn that Maya Angelou helped bring.

 

[Sunset Rose]

Statement By The President On The Passing Of Maya Angelou:

When her friend Nelson Mandela passed away last year, Maya Angelou wrote that “No sun outlasts its sunset, but will rise again, and bring the dawn.”
Today, Michelle and I join millions around the world in remembering one of the brightest lights of our time – a brilliant writer, a fierce friend, and a truly phenomenal woman. Over the course of her remarkable life, Maya was many things – an author, poet, civil rights activist, playwright, actress, director, composer, singer and dancer. But above all, she was a storyteller – and her greatest stories were true. A childhood of suffering and abuse actually drove her to stop speaking – but the voice she found helped generations of Americans find their rainbow amidst the clouds, and inspired the rest of us to be our best selves. In fact, she inspired my own mother to name my sister Maya.
Like so many others, Michelle and I will always cherish the time we were privileged to spend with Maya. With a kind word and a strong embrace, she had the ability to remind us that we are all God’s children; that we all have something to offer. And while Maya’s day may be done, we take comfort in knowing that her song will continue, “flung up to heaven” – and we celebrate the dawn that Maya Angelou helped bring.

Thank you for posting this, Julie.

 

[BitterPill]

Her poetry sucks....her life sucked....her raical prostitution sucked.... Her sickening generic victimization sucked.....all in all she just sucked in general.

Rest in peace....I have a bladder full of urine for the grass on your grave.... worm bait.

JO

At least the Rabid RW Extremist likes your post.

Well done!

 

[justoffal]

...and yet you honor her by taking time to reply - interesting. Your words say one thing and your actions say quite another.

Nah.... they don't actually. I am a bit of a poetry buff...Maya Angelou was never a true poet....just a race baiting, affirmative action, feel good choreographer.

Now you wanna talk prose and talent.

I give you Frederick Douglass....the real thing!

JO

 

[justoffal]

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 backyard.
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.

Oh Stop whining about history
Live today give up the guise.
You're not the only one that's
suffered under heaven's equal skies
Ah! your sasiness amuses
for your empty gestures speak
of the narcissistic demon who
is worshiped by the weak.
And the dust that blows about us born
of powdered flesh and bone
is far greater than your simple,
selfish banter all alone.
Moon and sun set by the maker
have no poltics of race
They will not be taken hostage
nor be part of your disgrace.
Or your obvious self- delusion
with ideas of wealth and grace.
You are not the center pivot
nor the light that rises high
bove horizons of past eons
many thousand years gone by.
You pretend to be important
but betray your own blood lust
by comparing human history
with the rising of the dust.
As if all of those who suffered
As if all of those who died
Came and went in their existence
to be servants of your pride.
It's most laughable, pathetic
twisted, bitter, full of lies
to insist that all creation
see things only through your eyes.
Black you are and black you're
given to the core of your dead soul
For to dwell upon a color
means indeed you're black as coal
So pretend that you're the darling
leaping, singing sprouting wings
in the fairytales of granduer
conjured by such selfish things.
As the strawmen of your stories
burn in flames to history's gaze
We gain release from condemnation
and the blur of moral haze....
Bid thee peace... farewll to madness
Sionara and good--bye
For this once we can be rested
as dead poets cannot lie.

 

[JuliefromOhio]

Oh Stop whining about history
Live today give up the guise.
You're not the only one that's
suffered under heaven's equal skies
Ah! your sasiness amuses
for your empty gestures speak
of the narcissistic demon who
is worshiped by the weak.
And the dust that blows about us born
of powdered flesh and bone
is far greater than your simple,
selfish banter all alone.
Moon and sun set by the maker
have no poltics of race
They will not be taken hostage
nor be part of your disgrace.
Or your obvious self- delusion
with ideas of wealth and grace.
You are not the center pivot
nor the light that rises high
bove horizons of past eons
many thousand years gone by.
You pretend to be important
but betray your own blood lust
by comparing human history
with the rising of the dust.
As if all of those who suffered
As if al lof those who died
Came and went in their existence
to be servants of your pride.
It's most laughable, pathetic
twisted, bitter, full of lies
to insist that all creation
see through only your own eyes.
Black you are and black you're
given to the core of your dead soul
For to dwell upon a color
means indeed you're black as coal
So pretend that you're the darling
leaping, singing sprouting wings
in the fairytales of granduer
conjured by such selfish things.
As the strawmen of your stories
burn in flames to history's gaze
We stand released from condemnation
and the blur of moral haze
Bid thee peace farewll to madness
Sionara and good--bye
For this once we can be rested
for dead poets cannot lie.

you are your name, an awful person.
I won't forget how you wrote a vile post calling Trayvon Martin's mother a prostitute not based on fact, but an expression of the ugliness that must be your soul. and here you trash Maya Angelou who spoke out against the discrimination of blacks.
you are your name, an awful person.

 

[justoffal]

you are your name, an awful person.
I won't forget how you wrote a vile post calling Trayvon Martin's mother a prostitute not based on fact, but an expression of the ugliness that must be your soul. and here you trash Maya Angelou who spoke out against the discrimination of blacks.
you are your name, an awful person.

I am a truthful person that does not bend to political correctness. Maya Angelou is nothing more than a mediocre poet and writer who was glorified far beyond her real talents because of her skin color.

Where the hell were you when I stood alone for seven years on the boards against the Bush Administration banging out one post after another that was eased, banned and shut down because I wouldn't shut up? Eh? You were nowhere that's where you were.

Now that we are on the subject tell me wny America ignores it's greatest philosopher, patriot and orator ... Frederick Douglass....My all time favorite writer and thinker.

He gets no attention whatsoever from you fuxcking hypocrites who ignore him. While MLK junior was on the road beating up white prostitutes, cheating on his wife and havign wild sex parites with Jesse Jackson and Ralph Abernathy....during those years of his life Douglass worked menial jobs so that he could travel to DC and speak before a racist senate. He married and was faithful to one woman and lived a simple, hard working life. Frederick Douglass a True American, a true hero, a great writer and thinker. That's the Holiday we should be having....not the Phony POS MLK day..... Oh and another thing...King never wrote one goddamed orignal piece....whereas Douglass's writing and thinking are a model for PHD' political majors even today. I mean there's no comparison whatsoever between the phony and the real thing.

FREDERICK DOUGLASS....if he were alive today I would quit my job and volunteer my services until he was elected POTUS.


JO

 

[Rabid RW Extremist]

I am a truthful person that does not bend to political correctness. Maya Angelou is nothing more than a mediocre poet and writer who was glorified far beyond her real talents because of her skin color.

Where the hell were you when I stood alone for seven years on the boards against the Bush Administration banging out one post after another that was eased, banned and shut down because I wouldn't shut up? Eh? You were nowhere that's where you were.

Now that we are on the subject tell me wny America ignores it's greatest philosopher, patriot and orator ... Frederick Douglass....My all time favorite writer and thinker.

He gets no attention whatsoever from you fuxcking hypocrites who ignore him.

JO

So true!!! Glad to see another non-robot that does not bend to political correctness!!