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Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

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Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

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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.

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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
I rise
I rise.



Words come from Maya Angelou’s poem, Still I Rise.
Photographs come from me.

4 thoughts on “Still I Rise”

    1. Thanks, Kay. There is so much that I want to photograph in spring. Sometimes I wish there were tiny cameras in my eyes so that I could capture all of it. <3

  1. Love these. I love photographing flowering trees and have just not had the chance yet to get out and do that yet this spring – I can’t wait!!

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