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<p>It is <a href="https://www.scholastic.com/teachers/articles/teaching-content/celebrate-black-history-month/">black history mon</a>th. Luckily, I&#8217;ve been able to attend a few events to mark it. I&#8217;m black and proud. Looking back from where we started, we have come a long way.</p>
<p>I’ve decided to share with you a popular poem by a rare gem ð <strong>Maya Angelou</strong>(1924- 2014).</p>
<p><strong><em> Still I rise</em></strong></p><div class="z7znxpL8" style="clear:both;float:left;width:100%;margin:0 0 20px 0;"><script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-9851445956456483" 
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<p>You may write me down in history</p>
<p>With your bitter, twisted lies,</p>
<p>You may trod me in the very dirt</p>
<p>But still, like dust, I&#8217;ll rise.</p>
<p>Does my sassiness upset you?</p>
<p>Why are you beset with gloom?</p>
<p>&#8216;Cause I walk like I&#8217;ve got oil wells</p>
<p>Pumping in my living room.</p>
<p>Just like moons and like suns,</p>
<p>With the certainty of tides,</p>
<p>Just like hopes springing high,</p>
<p>Still I&#8217;ll rise.</p>
<p>Did you want to see me broken?</p>
<p>Bowed head and lowered eyes?</p>
<p>Shoulders falling down like teardrops,</p>
<p>Weakened by my soulful cries?</p>
<p>Does my haughtiness offend you?</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t you take it awful hard</p>
<p>&#8216;Cause I laugh like I&#8217;ve got gold mines</p>
<p>Diggin&#8217; in my own backyard.</p>
<p>You may shoot me with your words,</p>
<p>You may cut me with your eyes,</p>
<p>You may kill me with your hatefulness,</p>
<p>But still, like air, I&#8217;ll rise.</p>
<p>Does my sexiness upset you?</p>
<p>Does it come as a surprise</p>
<p>That I dance like I&#8217;ve got diamonds</p>
<p>At the meeting of my thighs?</p>
<p>Out of the huts of history&#8217;s shame</p>
<p>I rise</p>
<p>Up from a past that&#8217;s rooted in pain</p>
<p>I rise</p>
<p>I&#8217;m a black ocean, leaping and wide,</p>
<p>Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.</p>
<p>Leaving behind nights of terror and fear</p>
<p>I rise</p>
<p>Into a daybreak that&#8217;s wondrously clear</p>
<p>I rise</p>
<p>Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,</p>
<p>I am the dream and the hope of the slave.</p>
<p>I rise</p>
<p>I rise</p>
<p>I rise.</p>
<p>One Love</p>
<p>Viviensvoice</p>
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Black History Month
