Thank You, Maya Angelou, for Your Magical Words. And for Being You.
Hers was a presence so strong troubles fell by the wayside when she spoke. For me, it was as if she drew me to her breast and comforted me. Her voice, her words, her delivery–slow, drawn out, emphatic, often impish–gave her the kind of authority that stripped cliche out of her message of love and kindness and acceptance.
She overcame and transcended a horrific early life that might have broken a woman without her capacity to overcome. Her strength came in forgiveness–of herself and of her tormentors. Childhood trauma and abuse rendered her mute for five years, from five and a half until she was almost 13. She was a single mother at age 16. Hers should have been a story of unfulfilled dreams; a life made ordinary by her own circumstance.
But she found art as her great release and, remarkably, discovered an innate and glorious ability to communicate. She was a singer of songs, a poet, a teller of stories, and as a Civil Rights activist she put those talents to use. Her breakout came from her brutally honest and beautifully written memoir, “I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings”. Millions of women everywhere fell in love with her and never let go. And she never let us down.
She supported us, mentored us, showed us how it could be done. Because of her we wanted to be writers; we wanted to be activists; we wanted to right the wrongs and change the world. She did it with laughter and joy, with love and kindness, with acceptance of our weaknesses and frailties, with a voice that might have been silenced forever but gained strength, took wing, and flew with the angels.
She was some woman.
Still I rise
by Maya Angelou
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.
Copyright 2014 Liberaland
By: Ramona Grigg
Ramona Grigg is a freelance columnist and blogger living in Michigan's Upper Peninsula.. She owns the liberal-leaning blog, Ramona's Voices, and is a contributor to Liberaland and on the masthead at Dagblog.
12 responses to Thank You, Maya Angelou, for Your Magical Words. And for Being You.
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Jaz May 28th, 2014 at 16:14
We lost a great voice, in her peaceful teachings.
Jaz May 28th, 2014 at 16:14
We lost a great voice, with her peaceful teachings.
AnthonyLook May 28th, 2014 at 19:04
This is the kind of soul that merits the honor of a statue. If anyone knows of a link to such an effort, please post.
Ramona May 28th, 2014 at 19:43
Wouldn’t that be amazing! If I see any signs of movement toward it, I’ll spread it around.
AnthonyLook May 29th, 2014 at 02:11
I am going to attempt to write / email several sites to generate some interest in the idea. I’d like future generations to have the gift of her insight available to them.
AnthonyLook May 28th, 2014 at 19:04
This is the kind of soul that merits the honor of a statue. If anyone knows of a link to such an effort, please post.
Ramona May 28th, 2014 at 19:43
Wouldn’t that be amazing! If I see any signs of movement toward it, I’ll spread it around.
AnthonyLook May 29th, 2014 at 02:11
I am going to attempt to write / email several sites to generate some interest in the idea. I’d like future generations to have the gift of her insight available to them.
Sunka May 31st, 2014 at 01:52
Maya! Goddess of Love & Feminine Power! Great teacher, leader & mother to us all! Shine your Light to us from beyond that your spirit lives brightly within us. You had no more to learn here but we have so much more…and will be listening to your voice always. Espavo!
Ramona June 1st, 2014 at 17:41
Lovely. Thank you for sharing.
Sunka May 31st, 2014 at 01:52
Maya! Goddess of Love & Feminine Power! Great teacher, leader & mother to us all! Shine your Light to us from beyond that your spirit lives brightly within us. You had no more to learn here but we have so much more…and will be listening to your voice always. Espavo!
Ramona June 1st, 2014 at 17:41
Lovely. Thank you for sharing.