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| Topic: Poem: “I’m not afraid” By Veronica A Rogers (me) | |
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Poem: “I’m not afraid”
By: Veronica A Rogers Dated: 12th January 2012 I am not afraid to die, to cry, I never want to lie, I'm not afraid of being real – I'm sad that others fear and do bad things when they feel trapped within their lies – but I rise, to a new sort of sunrise and seek to throw off all disguise .... I rise... and it's no surprise.. that I grow quieter, calmer, stronger, bolder, better: by myself; so I can be my best self with others… for when I spend time alone I thrive from alone-time And can’t help but rise for I see the future in my eyes... |
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Poem: “I’m not afraid” By: Veronica A Rogers Dated: 12th January 2012 I am not afraid to die, to cry, I never want to lie, I'm not afraid of being real – I'm sad that others fear and do bad things when they feel trapped within their lies – but I rise, to a new sort of sunrise and seek to throw off all disguise .... I rise... and it's no surprise.. that I grow quieter, calmer, stronger, bolder, better: by myself; so I can be my best self with others… for when I spend time alone I thrive from alone-time And can’t help but rise for I see the future in my eyes... Tis a great poem. X |
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Thank you
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Nice poem
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Very much like Maya Angelou's poem
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thanks Julie
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what? Wow! Which one of hers do u think it is like?
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what? Wow! Which one of hers do u think it is like? This one 
Still I Rise BY MAYA ANGELOU 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 Both great poems. |
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ohhh Thank you. I am so touched that you think so. That is my favorite of hers...
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Nice poem LadyWind
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