Three Blossoms Ministry stand with the peaceful protests for #blacklivesmatter #georgefloyd #breonnataylor #ahmaudarberry and all the other victims seeking justice, unity, and equality. Still, we do not condone the violence and looting behavior that is destroying our cities and hurting our communities that have already been affected by COVID-19.
Although, these recent events did remind me of one of my favorite poems by Maya Angelou, "Still I Rise." It is still relevant and salient today as it was first published in the late 1970s. The takeaway message: keep moving, keep doing, and keep rising. TBM is here to love, give, and support for such a time as this.
Still I Rise
By Maya Angelou
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.