Still I Rise

This poem is about a black women named Maya Angelou. Its about how no matter what happens to her she’ll rise up and over come it. The Poem shows alot of self respect and confidence. The first picture we chose was a pile of old books and it represents her history. The next image is of a girl holding up her muscles and it shows her strength. The moon and the sun shows how everything around her is normal. The A card with a heart and it broken shows her broken because shes asking in the poem”do you want to see me broken?”. The image of an eye with a tear running down shows the tears. For all the images that are of rising we pictured the sun rising up. She speaks about sassiness and gloom and the images show the true emotion. For the line “you cut me with your eyes” we chose a picture of dark eyes to show the pain and sorrow. we chose dark and scary forest becasue of the lines “leaving behind nights of terror and fear” We chose the songs in the back becasue i think it helps show the emotion and meaning within the poem. it helps portray the felinos behind the poem. At the end ¬†of the poem she tells us about her whole experience. Near the end we show images of Maya and how shes living her life and how she surivived her struggles.


Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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?

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.