Maya Angelou (1928-2014)

Maya Angelou, nata Marguerite Ann Johnson il 4 aprile 1928 a S. Louis, si è spenta oggi all’età di 86 anni.
Scrittrice, poetessa, attivista, giornalista, attrice, regista e molto altro, è stata la voce della comunità afro-americana e delle donne, ha raccontato che tutti hanno il diritto di camminare a testa alta e che non bisogna mai smettere di lottare. Ha dimostrato che la cultura è forza, potere, libertà, e che le parole lasciano un segno sulla carta ma soprattutto negli occhi di chi legge.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), il primo dei sette volumi che compongono la sua autobiografia, è un’opera toccante e dolorosa che tutti dovrebbero conoscere.

Maya Angelou

Nell’attesa che i suoi scritti entrino presto nei libri di scuola di tutto il mondo, questa è una delle sue poesie più belle, la mia preferita.

Still I Rise

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.  


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Fifty Italian, fifty Egyptian, vegetarian, music and gigs addicted.
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