Today A Moment of Silence

She spoke to all of us in one way or another.  Heaven just gained an angel, and a new star twinkles high in the cosmos.

Goodbye Ms. Angelou,



God bless you and thank you.

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Still I Rise by Maya Angelou 

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

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

Forgiveness Sucks

Dear Bishop Tutu,

While I revere & respect you greatly, I saw your list and in all good conscience, I cannot attempt your forgiveness challenge.

Personally, I can't forgive those on your list since I can't forgive myself; I've been shunned and discarded, and I'm trying hard to just to forgive myself.

I pray those I've hurt have or will forgive me and i can have a day without trying to fantasizing about splitting my own wrist or eating a shotgun shell through the muzzle.

I'm angry, sad and I'm thinking about closing this blog and moving to Wordpress by invitation only.  My art angers me, my prayers are unanswered, and I am hounded by bill collectors or ignored through my new applications.

 

 Darkness consumes me and I'm fighting it, but I'm losing.  But don't worry gentle readers, I promise nothing rash.  Spite won't allow me to die.

In fact, I'm infuriated and ready to jump off and fly.

You've heard my cry, now prepare for the surprise.

Thank you for listening.