Quote of the Day: Maya Angelou.
“Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.”-Maya Angelou (Last Tweet by Maya Angelou Before her Passing.)
Real Name: Marguerite Ann Johnson (Maya Angelou 1928-2014): Age 86
Maya Angelou is one of the most well known poets in the USA. She spat jazzy words like lyrics and caused our minds to wonder with wise and witty parables. She appeared in tons of films throughout the years, Plays, Civil Rights Activists, and author, “I know Why the Cage Bird Sings” is the most famous book by Dr. Maya Angelou. While she had a number of aliments in her body upon her passing, she leaves behind a great legacy being the first African American cable car conductor in San Francisco. The Maya Angelou memorial in The Bay Area is going to be where people can go to pay their last respects to her upon her passing.
Definition Of the Day: Parables: a simple story used to illustrate a moral or spiritual lesson, as told by Jesus in the Gospels.
“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.”
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors.
While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God’s creation.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
All great achievements require time.
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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
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.
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