Still I Rise

Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014

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.

Pearls of wisdom

From my best friend...

You know when someone is on your side by the kind of advice they give you. I was rambling today about the societal prejudices that women in this world have to deal. And then he says "shut up and let your work do the talking". Point taken. Love you loads. Now back to actual work.

I believe that we can be extraordinary together rather than ordinary apart…

3 mins and a blog post

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Why do some have it so easy?

Why is someone so nice to you when they have no reason to be?

Why is someone so nice to you and all you want is for them to back off?

Why is there such a level of pseudo-ism that if seems to me that real role models are no longer a reality?

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Why is it that you were really nasty to some people and yet they turn out to be better friends than most others? 

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When will I find nirvana... Or would that be the end of me?

Each question... A story in itself... On another day, another platform.

I hate it!

Coffee, coffee machines and chai!

Serendipity, avoiding it and adrenaline!

Or maybe, that is what makes real life more interesting than fiction.

Someday, another blog post, the story of my life. 

For men, success and likability are positively correlated, whereas for women they are inversely correlated.