And
Still I Rise
Your sweet strong face meets me in my dreams
There is wisdom in your words and understanding in your
soul
A Sister, an Auntie, a Grandmother – all three reside in
you as we visit in the dreamtime
You have touched me and graced my life with your presence
Though I never met you, shook your hand, nor had a
personal encounter with you
Your words have sang to and soothed my spirit
You taught me that “life is a bitch and I must go out and
kick ass”
I learned from you that I am a Phenomenally Phenomenal
Woman
Being a woman I grace the life I live and those who touch
my life are enriched
By my presence, my grace, my being a woman in a world
That has not valued or respected women for the gentle
strength and graceful courage
We each hold at the very core, the center of our being
A gift so bright and pure it is often not seen because it
outshines all other gifts
Present in ourselves, our communities, cultures, our
world…
Yet we not only survive – we thrive –
Because of your light having lit the way of our paths
We are stronger, brighter, more vibrant, kinder, and
gentler for the grace of you
As a woman, a mother, a wife, a friend, and lover I thank
you Maya Angelou
For having graced our world for the short eighty-six
years of your life
And like you, and because of you still I rise…again and
again
I, as all those you have touched, remain as living
tributes to your life
And have the courage to love one more time; always one
more time
PSG
5/31/14
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