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​Maya Angelou, escritora Afro-Americana, dedicou o seu poema “Still I rise” a todos os que recusam a derrota, que enfrentam os medos, angústias e incertezas com um espírito lutador, vivendo cada dia com a determinação que o poema descreve. “Still I rise” é um hino à resiliência humana.

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod[1] me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness[2] upset you?

why are you beset[3] 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[4] cries.

Does my haughtiness[5] 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[6] 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    (1928-2014)

Na sequência de uma aula em que analisámos o poema de Maya Angelou, a aluna Sara Seabra redigiu e partilhou, desta forma, a sua própria mensagem de perseverança.

When you find yourself surrounded by darkness

and all the walls that bind you and your loved ones

have grown higher

Everything you can see is just a bright blackness

That destroys your heartless path, called Liar.

Everything that you’ve fought for is now gone

Everything that you dreamt about vanished away

Everything you’ve accomplished has fallen apart

But despite all that misfortune, you still rise,

You still RISE.

You don’t know how you do it,

but you still rise.

It’s something that comes from the inside,

something that makes full justice to all

the Tears you’ve shed when somebody died

Now look to the sky.

Don’t hide. Dry your tears and

let the stars,

if you believe in them,

guide you.

But if you don’t trust stars to guide you,

follow your human resilience.

Sara Seabra, 12ºH