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 Bowed head and lowered Shoulders falling down Weakened by my soulful broken? eyes? like teardrops. 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 You You But may shoot me with your words, may cut me with your eyes, may kill me with your hatefulness, 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 Children scream while parents dream their fantasies, Igniting under brilliance They think they share resilience to the Ultraviolet hues; To lie displayed au naturel Is what they d rather choose! And Helios peers at lovers in their Heady worlds: vibrant leas to Roam in hand; calming seas Satin sand insensible as Water runs her ripples cross the Shore so like the park, it really Cries for very little more! In the garden, roses clamber for attention

Pouting blooms, wafting scent Our floral monarch June s event! And fingers green receive the praise From toiling hard for coloured blaze. Compelled, I walk the countenance of sunny June As Mother Nature danced amok in her saloon Of roaring life, that came of youth in early spring And nurtured in maternal warmth beneath her wing. Eyes bedewed, I mellow in a reverie Hope renewed As Juno saw to suckle me with Quintessential summer.