Wellness Wednesday: Poetry Month and Dr. Maya Angelou's 90th Birthday!

There are a couple things I like to do when I am feeling down. One of them requires me to feed my demons and but the other works to uplift my soul. I prefer the latter, and that consists of reading motivational words of wisdom or listening to speeches by great leaders who have impacted greatness in the world. 

In honor of Dr. Maya Angelou's 90th Birthday, I am happy to remind us all that we have the ability to celebrate each day we wake up. Angelou's life was not an easy one but she was able to accomplish many firsts that people thought were unimaginable in her time. Watch the video below and read her poem, "I will rise" or watch here.

May these words uplift your spirits to allow you to have a day full of infinite productivity in whatever endeavor you may find yourself.  

 Awards Council member and the Banquet moderator Oprah Winfrey presents the American Academy of Achievement’s Golden Plate Award to Maya Angelou during 1990 Achievement Summit in Chicago, Illinois.

Awards Council member and the Banquet moderator Oprah Winfrey presents the American Academy of Achievement’s Golden Plate Award to Maya Angelou during 1990 Achievement Summit in Chicago, Illinois.

Still, I Rise

Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014

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 backyard.

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.