Still I Rise….

Pardon me as I become blogger/writer number one trillion and nine hundred billion and one to write about Maya Angelou this week, but since the world just lost a brilliant writer and poet, I suddenly found myself compelled to rededicate myself to my own writing, my own storytelling, my own lyrical journey…

Like so many, Maya Angelou’s words spoke to me as a young girl growing up. I memorized and recited Still I Rise at every talent show, black history program, and church recital, etc. I was asked to participate in. I still remember it to this day…. “You may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lies. You may trod me in the very dirt…”…okay, okay…I’ll spare you the recital. I say all of that to say that poets and writers and lyricists like Maya Angelou fashioned me into the “writer wannabe” that I am today…and although I grew to fancy myself more of a  woman who was trying to “quilt[ing] the black eyed pea” than one who knew “why the caged bird sings”, I still held on to the words of strong black women who could so accurately describe our struggle in prose and I knew….

that.would.be.me.one.day.

Rest in Peace Maya Angelou