“Remember this one?” = Posts that you may have missed the first time around. This post was originally posted by me on February 14, 2018
A selection from Still I Rise by 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.
I first read this poem (in its entirety) in a small volume of poetry. It came at no charge with an order from the Book of the Month Club. The stanza above is the first one of the poem … and gotta say… it made my heart race.
I needed to know more about this woman, who before that moment, I hadn’t really noticed. I laugh at this now… more than a little embarrassed… because she was, of course, incredibly talented and prolific. And, also … a light in a sometimes dark world.
I’ve read several of Angelou’s books by now, but I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings is truly her story — her memoir.
Sent to live with her grandmother, young Angelou learns the meaning of dignity, strength, and prejudice.
She also learns the meaning of pain and trauma.
When she visits her mother, she learns at the hands of a man who says, “If you tell… ”
She was never going to tell.
The woman who would become a poet stopped talking.
I find I’m sad today, with this book beside me on the table. I remember reading it a long, long time ago… possibly thirty years.
I think of the woman who became THE voice of reason, advocacy, and hope. How her light shone so brightly. I didn’t know her, not personally, but I miss her.
I love her poetry most. You can probably tell.
I am interested in how she got to be… yes… but her poetry twists my heart so tight I think I might pass out from the power and beauty of it. Oh, that I could write like that.
This book can be whatever you need it to be. It can be a book to cry over, raise your fist with, get angry about, or revel in the redemptive power of love.
When I grow up, I want to be like Maya Angelou.