I was dead then I alive

  "I was dead, then alive.Weeping, then laughing. The power of love within me  came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, Then tender like the evening star." - Rumi

This Poem I am sharing  with you here today, is one of my very dearest poem and poet. This poem resonates many people in many ways through out the years, for me It's a poem for anyone being victimized by  terrific abuses and hates from others. And how they survived and came out as stronger as wiser and as  fierce than they ever could imagined themselves  they would be. Sufferings  does change, people in good ways or to some in bad ways.. Hence, If failure or loss  and suffering didn’t come my way I wouldn’t be that different today, I wouldn't be that wiser either. You know when I was kid, I didn't know people can be so cruel to their lovers or  loved ones or own family members.. How can you be even  break someone soul who loves you and go on living like nothing happened? What sad and amazing  is that some people never even say sorry for their ill treatments, it's cause their stupid ego thinks they did the right thing. Anyway this poem reminds me so many things I went through in my life  and also reminds me to be  stay fierce and strong no matter whatever I will face from people and their evilness.

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

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?

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...

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