And Still I Rise

“They tried to bury us. But they didn’t know that we were seeds”

I met an American girl in Mexico. We stayed in contact during the last year, Messaging each other about different topics. But mainly about the situation in the US and with both of us being black and having different things to say and different experiences, opinions etc… the conversations were never boring. They circled about race kin dof all the time, but I cannot blame any of us, because that is the Topic keeping People apart nowadays.

So Trump won and my dear friend was devastated, she used Facebook as her canvas of rage and somehow she stroke a nerve with her attitude and things escalated Kind of fast from there. But the evidence that we both value each other in more ways than just having somebody to talk to about discrimination, came Forward. We somehow were adults enough to talk to each other through our disappointement. We made each other understand the Point of view the other had. Alone the end of it, made me realise how far I have come (and you too Jasmine).

So Trump won. I was laughing. I was laughing at all the People who didn’t see it coming. I laughed because my tears would have been out of place. My rage is normally reserved for things far worse. things that strike home. Today I am not laughing anymore, I am sad. For so many different reasons. I can not understand, why people think that because they were lucky to be born they have the right to do things, that exclude others, hurt them or put them in disadvantage in some way.

My point is: None of us asked to be here. No individual begged to be born. Yet here we are. None of us will trick this adventure called life and succeed. Success in life means that we all are going to end up at the same Level: death. So actually, there are no losers, winners, con men…nothing. There is just us. Surrounded by nothing. Following the circle of life. We are pawns of mother nature. Replaceable. All of us by others of us. So what the hell are we doing? It just can not be our goal to destroy other humans. I don’t quite see the gain in shouting hate phrases against other people. I can not imagine, that this is the dream of some people, worth achieving. Who did what to you, so that you are happy, wishing death to strangers, you never met?

So my dear Jasmine… I believe in the power of literature. It has always encouraged me, taught me and revitalised me. It made me see and understan dthe world before I had the Courage to go explore the world on my own. Tragedies happen. They are the main part of our human history. And somehow we overcame them. Many gave their life for it. But tragedies need to happen, so that the world can open ist eyes. The sad thing is that for ignorant people to see, understanding ones have to suffer. So here is one of my favourite peoms. I discovered it this year actually and couldn’t keep my eyes from not seeing it. I love the melody, the message and how much it fits to the years to come. Enjoy 🙂

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.

(Maya Angelou)


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