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Inspiration- Stories, Poems, Doumentaries & ETC.

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.
 

She Sat Her Seat

Rosa Parks DID NOT:
 
Move to the back of the bus
For a less desirable seat
 
Get off the bus to wait for a bus
Reserved for people of color
 
Wait to be offered a seat on the bus
By those privileged enough to do so
 
She sat her seat
 
 

 

          So many Americans, many of whom we celebrate

           for their progressive ideas and activism, many of

           whom had very good intentions, subscribed to

           assimilationist thinking  that has also served up racist

          beliefs about  Black inferiority." (Kendi, 2017)