Wednesday, November 19, 2014


 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 back yard.  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?.....
Still I rise.............
This is still and will always be one of my favorite poem by the late great Maya Angelou............... So poignant... for today, tomorrow and forever.
Recently Oprah said 'Claim your power. See yourself from a different perspective. look ahead in a new direction.....Take your glory and run!.
I truly believe that in love and life confidence and humility can walk hand in hand............ Know your worth!......... find a balance and embrace it.

Wearing: dress Isabel Marant, suede boots Jimmy Choo

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