Exam time’s rolling up again (just before Christmas, I know, great timing) and I’m trying to be gentle, and not berate myself if i can’t remember every single detail. It can be daunting sometimes, to throw ourselves into new things, but that’s how we learn, I guess, that’s how we grow. Every now and then though, I find myself needing a bit of encouragement, and Maya Angelou’s always been just the one for that for me 😉
So if you’re stressed over exams, or struggling over Christmas (it can be a pretty hard time for many too, between huge pressures on finances and worrying about making everyone happy), hopefully these words will remind just how strong and wonderful you are, no matter how you’re feeling.
(if you don’t have time to read the whole piece, skip down to the last stanza for your daily dose of motivation, but it’s a wonderful poem if you do have the time 🙂 )
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,
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
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
How do you like to inspire yourself when things get tough? Do you’ve any favourite poems or quotes? I’d love to hear from you.
Hope you’ve a lovely weekend ❤