A-Solitary-Fantasy• Show poetry

My main goal in writing is to make people think, if I've done that I feel I've done my job. Read some of my poems, you'll know more about me than I could possibly write here, and hopefully, you'll think.

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"Evil triumphs when good men do nothing."
-edmund burke

"If people make fun of you, you must be doing something right."
-Amy Lee

"Don't be afraid of the shadows, it only means there's a light nearby"
-Amy Lee

"Inspiration comes in the middle of the night when you should be doing homework"
-AmyLee

"If you feel like you're in control you're just not going fast enough."
-Mario Andretii

"If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realites."
-Maya Angelou

"There is no greater agony than bearing the weight of an untold story inside of you."
-Maya Angelou

"Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender to the vague but murderous presure of adult conformity."
-Maya Angelou



Still I Rise
by 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?
'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.

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