4 Dec 2014 – 4 Dec 2015

Me Today You Tomorrow turned 1 today!!

It’s my blogging anniversary guys!

I wasn’t organised so I haven’t fully prepped the post I had in mind, plus I’m not in the country so I’m in holiday mode – forgive me.

I had such grand ideas and they shall be fulfilled – just not today. But yay!

I’m away in Thailand for a friends wedding and this is what I wore tonight for the welcome party. Black and red make me happy – especially together and this is the first time I got to wear these new shoes. Let’s call them an anniversary gift to myself!

Thanks for sticking with me over the past year. I hope you’ve enjoyed my style and poetry and want to stay a little longer?

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.

Maya Angelou