Online Texts for Craig White's Literature Courses
Maya Angelou
“Still I Rise”
(1978)
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Maya Angelou, 1928-2014 |
“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.
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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?
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Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
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Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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Out of the huts* of history's shame
I rise.
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise.
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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
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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.
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I rise
I rise
I rise.
*"huts" = frequent
term for slave cabins, as in Martin Delany's Blake, or the Huts of America
(1862), first novel by an African American man. (Harriet E. Wilson published
the first African American novel, Our Nig: Sketches from the Life of a Free
Black in 1859.)
YouTube video of Angelou
reading "Still I Rise" (with variations from printed text)
Brooklyn children
group-reciting "Still I Rise"
Discussion question: How does
"Still I Rise" embody "the Dream?"
from American Minority Literature,
objective 3a:
"The Dream" resembles but is not identical to "The American
Dream," which emphasizes immediate individual success. "The Dream" factors in setbacks, the need to rise again, and a quest
for group dignity.
Angelou reciting poem "On the Pulse of Morning" at Pres. Bill Clinton's
inauguration, 1993
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