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.

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.

– Maya Angelou

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december 27th, 2013

what happens when someone you know dies?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home on the corner of the building where you used to work?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home on the corner of the building where you used to work and you heard the explosion?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home on the corner of the building where you used to work and you heard the explosion and the story makes international headlines?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home on the corner of the building where you used to work and you heard the explosion and the story makes international headlines and two others you loved died in the same week?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home on the corner of the building where you used to work and you heard the explosion and the story makes international headlines and two others you loved died in the same week?

i continued to breath!

advertising signs that con you into thinking you’re the one that can do what’s never been done that can win what’s never been won. Bob Dylan

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little boys leave smudges on your heart. – unknown

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europe and the rest of us

today i received an email from George Soros the founder and Chairman of the SOROS foundation. this is a seldom occurrence so i was very curious towards its content and it’s brevity made me even more attracted. so i read a call for “Solidarity with Europe”. http://www.solidaritynow.org/en/?utm_source=gs_all&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=gs_all_030413&utm_content=text_link3 the situation in Europe is disheartening and an inevitable one ever since the fall of the US’ economy since a few greedy Americans saw an incredible loss to their system and subsequently that of the rest of the world’s, not to mention many bad decisions made within Europe and short comings of various Europeans snowballing the negative effect of our entire world’s economy.

i was very touched and i am easily when any call to humanity is made for the sake of our fellow humans. however, the other side of me was shocked. after watching the video i was in awe in fact. i could barely stop thinking about it throughout the day and i felt continuously saddened and very sorrowful, not to mention angry as well due to feelings of frustration.

i thought immediately, before i even finished reading the short SOROS email, about the rest of the world. the majority of the world. the part that has been left neglected for SO long. why should we care now that Europe is falling? why should things matter now all of a sudden when they haven’t mattered enough in Uganda and Zambia, or El Salvador and Argentina. Why should i choose Europe and Europeans over South America, Africa, Southeast Asia, or Central America and their residents? They too are our fellow inhabitors of this place. no? But, i have never once received a call by email in solidarity with any of these other continents or other parts of the world. i really don’t feel like getting into an even seemingly academic, post imperialist or anti-colonial discourse here by any means, though it could have otherwise been an appropriate time to do so. all of that’s no the only point. but i find it insensitive that after countless decades and centuries of the third world being raped by Europe that now we should all find the compassion and the place in our hearts for a continent that rarely had any for the rest of the world to begin with. you say balance of power and yade yade yadi YAH. i say to hell with all of that old school history lesson. when i see a headline in my inbox that reads “Time for Solidarity in Europe” i can’t help but remember when there was not enough solidarity towards the invasion of Iraq or the wars in Rwanda, Afghanistan, Palestine or Syria. there people were dying due to an oppressive system not just a faulty economy. it’s true that such debilitating economies are like a disease that slowly eats away at a persons moral but does that mean that we leave aside the sudden blows, accidents and serious knocks on the head that occur in our lives?

i have never felt injustice run so deep and so vain.

as a citizen of the world (and it took me years to be able to identify as that without feeling elitist) i am honestly just not able to distinguish between the economic suffering of the Nicosians or Barcelonans over that of the average citizen of Baghdad or Damascus. Why should we value one so much more than the other? Why am I expected to care more for Europe? Damn it.

i want to see another president B4 i die – grafitti on the walls of Cairo 24/2/2011

 

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give it away give it away give it away NOW – Red Hot Chili Peppers