A true
and personal inspiration
I often
use her meaningful words, quotes for my art journal pages. Some of her
inspirational quotes:
"When
a person shows you who they are, believe them".
"I
am a Woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal Woman,
that's me."
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal Woman,
that's me."
"I
believe that each of us comes from the creator trailing wisps of glory."
"I've
learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel."
"You
may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be
reduced by them."
"Nothing
can dim the light which shines from within."
Still I rise
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
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.
Phenomenal
woman
Pretty
women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m
not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But
when I start to tell them,
They
think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s
in the reach of my arms,
The
span of my hips,
The
stride of my step,
The
curl of my lips.
I’m a
woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That’s
me.
I walk
into a room
Just
as cool as you please,
And to
a man,
The
fellows stand or
Fall
down on their knees.
Then
they swarm around me,
A hive
of honey bees.
I say,
It’s
the fire in my eyes,
And
the flash of my teeth,
The
swing in my waist,
And
the joy in my feet.
I’m a
woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That’s
me.
Men
themselves have wondered
What
they see in me.
They
try so much
But
they can’t touch
My
inner mystery.
When I
try to show them,
They
say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s
in the arch of my back,
The
sun of my smile,
The
ride of my breasts,
The
grace of my style.
I’m a
woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That’s
me.
Now
you understand
Just
why my head’s not bowed.
I
don’t shout or jump about
Or
have to talk real loud.
When
you see me passing,
It
ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s
in the click of my heels,
The
bend of my hair,
the
palm of my hand,
The
need for my care.
’Cause
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That’s
me.
I
Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
The
free bird leaps
on the
back of the wind
and
floats downstream
till
the current ends
and
dips his wings
in the
orange sun rays
and
dares to claim the sky.
But a
bird that stalks
down
his narrow cage
can
seldom see through
his
bars of rage
his
wings are clipped and
his
feet are tied
so he
opens his throat to sing.
The
caged bird sings
with
fearful trill
of the
things unknown
but
longed for still
and
his tune is heard
on the
distant hill for the caged bird
sings
of freedom
The
free bird thinks of another breeze
and
the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and
the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he
names the sky his own.
But a
caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his
shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his
wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he
opens his throat to sing
The
caged bird sings
with a
fearful trill
of
things unknown
but
longed for still
and
his tune is heard
on the
distant hill
for
the caged bird
sings of freedom.
