The more you talk, the more you are likely to sin. As much as I don’t know where I’m going with this, I know there is an element of self-preservation in keeping your truth .I acknowledge that I have not written in a while, and as much as I am not promising consistency, we can be sure to expect it.

Starting us off is a poem by Maya Angelou ”Still I Rise”. One of the most Iconic Poems on the English language. Enjoy.

Still I rise.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dirt 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 rise

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops?
Weakened down like 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 you 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 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 the tide.

-Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondorously 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.

-Maya Angelou