Still I Rise (poema)

Hoje venho aqui partilhar um poema que li na aula de inglês, simplesmente fantástico. Transmite esperança, auto estima e poder. Espero que gostem!

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 wall 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?
(...)"

Maya Angelou (2009)

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