Thursday, November 6, 2008

Like Air, He rose!!! (The Tale of Barack Obama)

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

Poem by Maya Angelou.

I woke up this morning and thought about this poem, as I read another post on a different blog. I thought about the rise of dust and air, intermingling with each other, compelled by the forces of nature to keep rising.

That is how the new President-elect of the United States of America, Barack Hussein Obama, has arisen. Like a force that cannot be denied by the boundaries of nature. Despite all the odds and difficulties, despite all the plagues and negative descriptions, despite the limitations of people of his own kind...still, like air, he rose. I will use this opportunity to congratulate the first African American president of the United States. This is the season that a unique piece of history is written, and we are all witnesses and a part of it.

I want to see Nigeria rise too...rise like voluminous air particles, defying all elements of gravity. I hope Barack Obama's story can change the minds of Nigerian leaders and even young Nigerians (workers and students alike). History can be made too in your country, the land of such vast greenery.

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Sele Akobo(curvyice) said...

"Still Like Air I rise"..
Still Like Air We'll Rise..
I know we can do it, despite our weaknesses and frailties..
We were meant to shine like children do, its not in some of us , its in all of us.
We can do it....

yourbestfriendxoxo said...

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