I’m copping out tonight. I feel like everyone knows about Maya Angelou. Then again it is always shocking about who you do not know about. It’s been a very scary day. Lots of explosions of some sort in the hood. Or maybe really loud gunshots? I’ m not sure what is happening.
Also, I’ve had an issue on Twitter over a discussion I probably should have never gotten involved in about Tiffany of RHOD and the chicken feet. I stuck up for someone who someone and a guy I used to like was calling me a racist over not wanting to eat chicken feet. The more I wanted to talk to him about what he said to me the more he wanted to call me a racist and degrade me. I should have just blocked him but I’ve always liked him on Twitter. So I let him just keep going. I’m still confused and hurt. If we are not friends I could give two shits what you say about me. But this guy, I followed on Twitter and I really love my Twitter people. It was like the cat people were back. People I trusted. People I thought liked me suddenly saying the worst things. When running this site I get horrible things said to me every day. But, this was someone I liked. Someone I probably gave to much appreciation to.
Anyway, here are a few quotes form Maya Angelou… who is particularly inspiring to me tonight…
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou – 1928-2014
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
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I am feeling unsafe tonight. And if you are a woman, you know how that feels. Between all the weird explosions in the hood and the Twitter person who turned cat lady. I am just on edge. I promise to do better with my Black History posts soon.