MOTIVATION FOR THE DAY – 10 MARCH 2022

I don’t know how to be any other way than the strong, independent person that I am.
I’ve braved the struggles of my life for so long, it’s just become ingrained in my spirit that I can do anything, overcome everything.
I’ve been battling the fires that tried to consume me for as long as I can remember.
But there are those days when the world just comes crashing down all around me and I’m fighting just to keep my head above water.
No matter how I try to say that I’m always fine, I still get tired..
And I truly need the type of rest that sleep alone can’t cure.
My body gets tired and my soul becomes weary..
And I just need some peace and tranquility.
I don’t need much-
Give me five minutes, half an hour..I’ll enjoy every fleeting moment of that stolen time to recharge my fire.
If you want to know my secret of how I get everything done and conquer the world without batting an eye, that’s it.
Seeking solace in the quiet times that I scoop up during my days to rest my soul.
I treasure those moments of solitude, for that is what keeps me going..
That and the love of my people, my zest for life and my “never say die” attitude.
I always want to be able to look back over my life, everything I’ve accomplished, the people I’ve loved and the happiness that I’ve created and know that I gave it everything I had.
I left no person unloved, no challenge unconquered and no dream unrealized.
After all, when it’s all said and done,
They may forget what I’ve said or done..but they’ll never forget how I made them feel.
|ravenwolf

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POEM FOR THE DAY – 2 MARCH 2022

“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, Still I Rise