Jealous

The poem still I rise by Maya Angelou

This one makes me want to become a better writer! Not just because i feel powerful when i read it. But because I can see Her when I read it. Her words almost come to life when there flowing Through my head. They give me hope for the day and confidence for tomorrow. Its like she does not care what people think of her or how they see her. Because when the haters are pullin her down, she still will rise.

"you may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefullness,

But still, Like air, I'll rise"