may 20, 2017

Does my sexiness upset you?

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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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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.

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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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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?

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- excerpt from Maya Angelou's, Still I Rise

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A photo series with Bijan Gallery