quarta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2009

Mensagem positiva do dia: thank you sis

Enviaram-me este poema. alguém que me adora e que eu adoro.
Alguem que é familia.
Alguem que a kms de distancia, nao podendo fisicamente fazer-me rir, fazer-me uma festa no cabelo ou limpar-me as lágrimas, mesmo assim faz parte do meu mundo e tentou pô-lo um bocadinho melhor. Ajudou.
Partilho com todos os que me têm feito o mesmo (agradeço) e com todos aqueles a quem a quem falta ânimo e espirito positivo. E em vez do taco de baseball, mostrar superioridade a quem nos quer cortar as asas.
Still I Rise

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 shameI rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I riseI'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clearI rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise I rise I rise.

By: Maya Angelou

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