Still I Rise BY MAYA ANGELOU

 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 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 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.

Lemon candy

 

Parteners unto God

 

Idoletry

 

to the Modern marxists

  If you are really so much proletarian, then you would put yourself in a place where you have to work to live, where hunting, gathering and bartering are necessary for everything! Modern people just throw around Marx's name as if it were some magic talisman! It's not! How much do you actually know about the workers? If you get things from Starbucks, the answer is probably not at all! You are the generation who would inject burgers and fries into your blood stream, because chewing and swallowing is too much effort!

Biology is all garbage!

 

Biology is all nonsense! Biology is based on religious bigotry! There is no such thing as DNA! Never was! DNA is made up garbage! Don't accept the tyranny of religious groups! They tell you that there is a such thing as genetics! This is nonsense! Ban all so called knowledge! Biology isn't really good! Get rid of it! Icky yuck yuck! Gross! 

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Chocolate cake

 

Confession #852 from confessionstories

 Order and simplification are the first steps towards mastery of a subject”

― Thomas Mann

Confession #852

05/14/2014

I've had a huge fetish for my hot older sister's 1-2" long, sharp, always-polished nails for years. She's indulged the fetish and admits loving the attention and, to a degree, power she and they have over me. I just can't get enough, and never could.

She's permitted my posing her lovely nails against her bare body parts for cell pics, playing with and tasting them in the car when we're running errands, and making them a point of conversation whenever possible. I've done things for her, such as move furniture and fix her computer, in exchange for back digs and scratches, and, depending on her fun mood, suggested colors to polish them (usually a version of hot red) for me. As stated, she feeds the fetish and loves the attention.

Adding to it, I've had girlfriends who notice how well we get along, and try to be like her, long nails included. It's nice, but..None will ever beat hers

🎼[POEM] “Do Not Love Half Lovers” by Khalil Gibran

 

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[POEM] “Do Not Love Half Lovers” by Khalil Gibran

Do not love half lovers

Do not entertain half friends

Do not indulge in works of the half talented

Do not live half a life

and do not die a half death

If you choose silence, then be silent

When you speak, do so until you are finished

Do not silence yourself to say something

And do not speak to be silent

If you accept, then express it bluntly

Do not mask it

If you refuse then be clear about it

for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance

Do not accept half a solution

Do not believe half truths

Do not dream half a dream

Do not fantasize about half hopes

Half a drink will not quench your thirst

Half a meal will not satiate your hunger

Half the way will get you no where

Half an idea will bear you no results

Your other half is not the one you love

It is you in another time yet in the same space

It is you when you are not

Half a life is a life you didn't live,

A word you have not said

A smile you postponed

A love you have not had

A friendship you did not know

To reach and not arrive

Work and not work

Attend only to be absent

What makes you a stranger to them closest to you

and they strangers to you

The half is a mere moment of inability

but you are able for you are not half a being

You are a whole that exists to live a life not half a life

Dada poem

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Chocolate soup