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Character Assassination
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| Ellen J. Barrier |
There are those who are out to get you, one way or the other with their hate. They will assassinate your character and think nothing of it, while smiling in your face and pretending to be your friend.
When you hear some bad things that have been published about you, it's someone who you know. Why do they do it? Jealousy, is a close relative to hate, that can never be disconnected. Many people will not only assassinate an individual's character, they will assassinate that individual due to hate.
When I read, "Still I Rise" written by Maya Angelou, the words of King Solomon, came to thought. "Jealousy is the rage of a man" noted, King Solomon (Proverbs 6:34).
There are those who are jealous of something someone else has that they want, or another individual's success. Some people are jealous of other people' looks.
There are a whole host of things people are jealous of that inspire them to hate.
Jealousy and hate are spiritual diseases that destroys the human's whole being. They are capable of destroying innocent people in large numbers just as deadly germs are. Such people who are possessed with jealousy and hate are deeply stressful, and that stress wears and tear down the body's immune defenses and eventually destroys the mind and the health.
Regardless, what others may say about you, because of jealousy and hate, or what ever, "Still I Rise" are very powerful and encouraging, to continue to reach for greatness and excellence, for higher heights, because you have worked too hard and made too many sacrifices, as well as your parents and those who have had positive influences in your life to give up. You too must keep rising.
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou
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
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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.
About This Poet:
About This Poet:
Angelou, Maya
born April 4, 1928, St. Louis, Mo., U.S.
Name original: Marguerite Johnson.
Maya Angelou is an American
poet whose several volumes of autobiography explore the themes of economic,
racial, and sexual oppression. She is a very dear friend of Oprah Winfrey, and many others. Ms. Angelou, is a well know poet. Her work is most appreciated by many who have read her poems. They offer hope, courage, and strength. I am among those who appreciate and value her work.
Still I Rise, is one of my favorite poems.
Still I Rise, is one of my favorite poems.
Maya Angelou
Other Well Known autobiographical
work
I Know Why the Caged
Bird Sings (1970). Subsequent volumes of autobiography include Gather Together
in My Name (1974), Singin' and Swingin' and Gettin' Merry Like Christmas
(1976), The Heart of a Woman (1981), and All God's Children Need Traveling
Shoes (1986).
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