STILL I RISE
Maya
Angelou
The poem helps us to remember the African-American tradition of amazing songs composed on the substance of racial separation and further sufferings of the African American community in America. Maya Angelou communicates her remarkable confidence and black pride which helps, all who resemble her, to raise any sort of bad form and trials. The poem is an all inclusive message of the strength of the human soul.
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.
The
poem starts with the unfairness history has done to the poor black people and
how their popular picture has been being controlled. While the poet gives a ground-breaking
blow from one perspective to discrimination and slavery, on the other she
summons an image of expectation that the fire God lit would never be extinguished
by men. Poor people and the oppressed will rise and battle for their freedom.
You attempt to cut us down and we again fly like dust in the air. There is a
light touch of disobedience and a hard snooze of rebellion in these lines.
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.
This stanza talks in a
disobedient tone. What is it in me that makes you scorn me? Is it my appeal or
is it my temperament? Indeed, even in misfortune, we have figured out how to smile.
"like oil wells.. in my living room". I am more extravagant than the
most extravagant in light of the fact that I am overflowing with this
insubordinate energy and you can feel discouraged to see me glad except if you
truly love me. Your scorn gives me energy and doesn't prevent me from rising.
These lines criticize destitution and absence of equity of chance. Ethnic
minorities in America face the most noteworthy joblessness rates and the poem
quickly briefly the neediness of the black people.
Just like moons and like
suns,
With the certainty of
tides,
Just like hopes springing
high,
Still I’ll rise.
The climate changes, tides
change and the spring of expectation continues flowing. Like this spring, I
rise. These lines are delightful like a fantasy for they are loaded with
symbolism sourced from nature. "Hopes springing high" demonstrates
the unyielding energy discovered inside those hearts that have conceived
bondage for quite a long time and still never lost their fight against hatred,
abuse and persecution.
Did you want to see me
broken?
Bowed head and lowered
eyes?
Shoulders falling down like
teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful
cries?
For ages they had remained
slaves, bowing their heads, attached to their lord's will and obeying
undoubtedly. White people would need them to remain so. They might want to see
them again bowing their heads, with debilitated spirits and unfit to remain
against their oppressors. The lines talk about the assurance in the hearts of
the African Americans to battle against each type of abuse and persecution.
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.
The poet inquires as to
whether the people who need her and her kin to remain slaves won't be irritated
by her pride. Try not to people truly hate my free behavior and the manner in
which I giggle over afflictions. The African Americans laugh entire heartedly
like nobody is richer than them and they have gold mines in their backyard.
Notwithstanding, it doesn't show ugliness yet that they have figured out how to
cover the injuries delivered by hundreds of years of persecution and figured
out how to smile back.
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.
What keeps an individual from bowing before hatred and persecution. It is sheer determination. On the off chance that you need to utilize your hateful words to demolish me you can. Your hateful look can't execute me or stop me since they will give me more energy to rise. While slavery was abolished sometime in the past, discrimination has not been at this point completely killed from the US society. Notwithstanding, separation and misuse will never quench trust.
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?
It is safe to say that you
are upset with the color of my skin and by dance moves. Does the energy in my
dance cause you to feel debilitated? These lines inspire an interesting
picture. At the point when I dance it appears as though I am concealing a
valuable fortune between my thighs. It is just the brilliance of my youth.
Doesn't it shock and upset you since I realize it does. This example of posing
inquiries and noting them makes the poet entertaining just as stimulating and
yet pairs the mockery in the poem. It acts to fortify the contempt in the poem
and features how hard these people have battled to win their opportunity and
how hard they will battle to hold it. The tone of the poem is anyway more
general. It isn't just about the mistreatment of people of color because of the
whites, however about each type of persecution whether that of a lady by a man
or a man attempting to rule another.
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.
This poem is additionally a
motivation for the modern generation of people of color. Their ancestors
battled through darkness to clear a path for a lovely tomorrow. Out of a history
marked by agony, mortification and distress, they have come out like a black
current. With their sheer determination and will, they can reverse the
situation. Be that as it may, cruel techniques you attempt, you can't prevent
somebody from rising.
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.
Those long years of slavery resembled an evening of fear and darkness.
They have made past it into a day of glory where opportunity anticipates them.
This is a blessing from the poet's ancestor, the product of their battles. The
new age is the zenith they had always wanted and will battle more
enthusiastically than them to take their rush higher than ever.
