The Deaths of Farzana Parveen and Maya Angelou

This week, the week that the famed poet and pioneer of women’s rights Maya Anjelou died, Farzana Parveen was stoned to death for marrying a man against her family’s wishes.   She was 25 and 3 months pregnant.  There is so much fear and suffering in the world, it seems that women are an easy target for vengeful hatred.  How much longer is going to take to let all women live in freedom, without fear?

Maya Anjelou wrote “I know Why the Caged Bird Sings” and brought tears and hope into the lives of thousands of oppressed people. At this low moment for women everywhere, her poem: Still I Rise encourages and restores us.  Maya Angelou had a glorious voice –  rich and full of music, you can hear joy, dispair and sadness intermingled.  Listen to her reciting her poem Still I Rise by clicking on her photo below.

Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.

RIP Farzana Parveen

 

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