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Maya Angelou Reads 'Still I Rise'
May 28, 2014
Author and poet Maya Angelou died Wednesday at the age of 86. In a recording, Angelou reads her poem "Still I Rise."
Author and poet Maya Angelou died Wednesday at the age of 86. In a recording, Angelou reads her poem "Still I Rise."
MELISSA BLOCK, HOST:
And we're going to take a moment now to listen to one of Maya Angelou's best-known poems. Here she is, reading "Still I Rise."
(SOUNDBITE OF ARCHIVED BROADCAST)
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? Just '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 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? (Laughing) Don't take it awful hard just 'cause I
laugh (laughing) as if I've got gold mines digging 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 life, I'll rise. Does my
sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise that I dance as if I
have diamonds at the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's
shame, I rise. Up from a past rooted in pain, I rise. I'm a black ocean,
leaping and wide. Welding and swelling, I bear in the tide. Leaving
behind nights of terror and fear, I rise. Into a daybreak, miraculously
clear, I rise. Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the hope
and the dream of the slave, and so I rise. I rise. I rise
ROBERT SIEGEL, HOST:
Maya Angelou reading her poem "Still I Rise." The author's gift with words was apparent, even in less than 140 characters.
BLOCK: Five days ago, Angelou tweeted one last time. She wrote, listen
to yourself, and in that quietude, you might hear the voice of God.
SIEGEL: Maya Angelou died today at the age of 86.
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