I woke up this morning with the powerful words of Maya Angelou on my mind and heart. Particularly the wisdom shared in her poem, Still I Rise, within the 1st and 6th stanza. (Note the featured image was downloaded from a google search that linked to Pinterest)
Stanza 1You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.Stanza 6You 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.
Our society is filled with rage right now (and we should be). I know that with this rage and the knowledge our ancestors passed on to us we will continue to RISE. Because African Americans/Blacks have been rising for years! The question becomes are you going to be an active participant or sit idly by (i.e., like some folks caught on camera eating while a protest was taking place).