Still I Rise – The name

The name of my private practice comes from the beautiful poem by Maya Angelou. It is a poem of empowerment and of taking control of one’s own life in the face of adversity. The poem sends out a clear message of hope. All of this is what I wish for each of my client’s.

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 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 might shoot me with your words,
you may cut me with your eye's,
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 hut's of histories 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 ancestor's gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

By Maya Angelou.