You may write me down in history 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 … More Poem of The Day: Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
A brand new day! The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and I am happy. I decided to watch the news, and the horror that beheld me shocked me to my bone marrow. Young girls were sentenced to be raped, little kids washing up ashore, dead, head-of- states with a God-complex. It was too … More Drinking from the glass of silence.