A friend with a sharp eye saw this handwritten sign in a window in the midst of last night’s election coverage:
rosa sat so
martin could walk so
barack could run so
our children could fly
And this morning Maya Angelou read part of her poem “Still I Rise” on CBS:
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 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?
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.
Maya Angelou
Beautiful.
Check out what Obama will do for the Arts:
http://fullbodytransplant.wordpress.com/2008/11/02/obama-for-the-arts/
We did it.
Yes we did.
In an age of despair
In an age of war
In an age of conflict
In an age of broken dreams
…….came someone
With a vision so different
With a spirit so earnest
Barack Obama he is called &
he says ….. ‘Yes, we can!’
Congratulations America…congratulations World.