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To The Spirits Within Me
Still I Arise
Boy, when you are down, are you really down? When you want to do something to bring youself up, why not? We live under so many laws, restrictions, rules and rights; that we often forget about human rights.
I know you are there. I know you cause me to do what I do and to be like I am, while without I would not have the courage nor wisdom. If it wasn’t for you what kind of spirit would I have? Would I want to kill people or beat the other guy? Are you the spirit of Jesus Christ or are you the spirit of the African Plains, American Indians, Slaves, Brits, Germans, Jews, Muslims…? All these spirits and more help to make-up Art Thomas.
Keep me safe. Guide me through the dangerous obstacles of life- lying, cheating, killing and stealing, for I know how this land was conquered. Help me to be stronger, wiser and resist these temptations.
I am one way at work and another at home, there have been very few times I have had the opportunity to work with honorable people, people who are actually truthful to themselves and in the business of helping others. If most weren’t getting paid, they would not do it. Their excuse would be they cannot afford to. I know I am different and that difference is because of you. Help me to see the dangerous toils and snares before it’s too late. Give me strength and courage to be able to make a prosperous living, while encouraging others to do the same. I know to have an independent country takes an independent people, doing independent thinking, all for the good of the whole.
I know it will take a very traumatic experience to turn all of what we’ve done around and I want to be a part of that traumatic experience, in order to help others better survive. Being that our economy has come to this end, knowing that if we do not change, it can only get worse. That worse, I have before seen and experienced and I do not wish that upon my worse enemy.
Help me to reach like-minded individuals and work with them to bring our country out of this economy crisis. Help me to work with all people that they may have a better quality of life, because that is the way I think and what I desire - a community in which everyone can fully participate. The good neighbor, that all things in moderation can be good.
About the spirits in you, are you able to obey your true calling? Do you even know it? Are you too important or are they too menial? Can you afford not too?
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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
