And Still I Rise


The wind curled up underneath my nose to tickle the courage that continued to build inside me. I laid still.

Many journeys by others are accomplished successfully making this path, and I choose to move forward. I choose to stand my ground. I choose to have love of self and express this love to others. With my mighty spirit from the creator of the heavens, I am strong enough to move forward. I will evolve to what my ancestors dreamed for me to become; a loving spirit of creativity.

The wind came up and brushed against my body and whirled a tunnel of force around me. The forceful currents of the wind seemed to hurled words of breezes to taunt my wisdom and strength. The trees waved in the clouds to come and protect me. However, the wind came down with such thunder on a fierce mission to blow me away. The depths of the fall of the wind could be measured by the grass strands near my feet and arms. The grass danced a jubilee rhythm to protect my body from the approaching thunder.

Looking into the faceless wind...and still I rise with courage to move forward in my journey of living.

xxx
Nichel Anderson

April 4, 1928 Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Annie Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, and was given the name Maya by her older brother that called her "My" or "Mine." In honor of National Poetry Month, I pay tribute to one of the most influential women, poet, actress and playwright of this time. Maya is really from the 2nd Renaissance that took place in the late 60s and the 70s where multitude of literature were produced by African-Americans.

Maya has a burst of laughter that portrays to me strength and wisdom towards living. Not to mention she is my mentor because her high spirit encourages a person to laugh away the troubles of life and continue to enjoy the journey.

I love all of her literary work but the most favorite one of by Maya, that I adore, is Still I Rise poem. It exemplify what I feel life challenges are and what I feel to being empowered to succeed. Many days are like what I described in my essay concerning life's obstacles and Maya's poem helps me to understand the true meaning of such things...to get back up and knock those forces down
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