Warner 3-1.1 Draft - “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou from The Complete Collected Poems You may write me down in history With your bitter twisted

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Unformatted text preview: “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou from The Complete Collected Poems 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 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. Chris Warner Mulligan English 102 November 11, 2009 Unit 3.1 Rough Draft 1 Maya Angelou’s poem, “Still I Rise”, uses a powerful combination of metaphors and similes to express her pride as not only an African American but as a woman as well. This poem is written as a way for Angelou to show her success to those who at the time still felt that blacks should be uneducated and subservient to white people. In the conclusion of the poem, she pays her respects to her ancestors who were forced into slavery yet never completely lost hope, saying that she herself is that hope personified. This poem serves as a story of hope for the blacks, who were still facing persecution and violence during the desegregation period in the United States. In the poem’s first short stanza, Angelou makes the remark that “you may trod me in the very dirt”. This line serves as a metaphor for dragging someone’s name through the dirt, creating a visualization for the two lines before it saying that people will twist her life into a lie in history. However, like the dust that comes from that trampling in the dirt, she says she will once more rise. This is her way of expressing that not only will she not be kept down, but she believes that her work and her dream will rise above the lies that were written. This is just one example from what Angelou does through this poem;...
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Warner 3-1.1 Draft - “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou from The Complete Collected Poems You may write me down in history With your bitter twisted

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