To laugh often and much,
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Achieving Your Dreams april 11, 2010
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.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
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.
(Gedichtenbundel “Still I Rise”)
The Completed Collected Poems of Maya Angelou
Saïda de Vries-Cijntje