we need nine

mary angelou wrote:
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. 

MaxEntropy_Man wrote:please sign the petition:

http://weneednine.org/

brie wrote:hilarious! catchy title of the post. i i read it as, WE NEED RICE!

the reason i remembered it as such was because, several decades ago, someone had posted mary angelou's poem and PN had substituted "rise" with "rice" and i found it so hilarious and as the perfect dravidian (as she categorizes herself an peepuls of the sub-continent) riposte, that it became etched in my brain or memory (and that is what has made it compose this post). here is mary angelous's poem reproduced:

mary angelou wrote:
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. 

brie wrote:hilarious! catchy title of the post. i i read it as, WE NEED RICE!
Qaeda
the reason i remembered it as such was because, several decades ago, someone had posted mary angelou's poem and PN had substituted "rise" with "rice" and i found it so hilarious and as the perfect dravidian (as she categorizes herself an peepuls of the sub-continent) riposte, that it became etched in my brain or memory (and that is what has made it compose this post). here is mary angelous's poem reproduced:

mary angelou wrote:
[size=32]You may write me down in history[/size]
[size=32]With your bitter, twisted lies,[/size]
[size=32]You may tread me in the very dirt[/size]
[size=32]But still, like dust, I'll rise.[/size]

[size=32]Does my sassiness upset you? [/size]
[size=32]Why are you beset with gloom? [/size]
[size=32]'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells[/size]
[size=32]Pumping in my living room.[/size]

[size=32]Just like moons and like suns,[/size]
[size=32]With the certainty of tides,[/size]
[size=32]Just like hopes springing high,[/size]
[size=32]Still I'll rise.[/size]

[size=32]Did you want to see me broken? [/size]
[size=32]Bowed head and lowered eyes? [/size]
[size=32]Shoulders falling down like teardrops.[/size]
[size=32]Weakened by my soulful cries.[/size]

[size=32]Does my haughtiness offend you? [/size]
[size=32]Don't you take it awful hard[/size]
[size=32]'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines[/size]
[size=32]Diggin' in my own back yard.[/size]

[size=32]You may shoot me with your words,[/size]
[size=32]You may cut me with your eyes,[/size]
[size=32]You may kill me with your hatefulness,[/size]
[size=32]But still, like air, I'll rise.[/size]

[size=32]Does my sexiness upset you? [/size]
[size=32]Does it come as a surprise[/size]
[size=32]That I dance like I've got diamonds[/size]
[size=32]At the meeting of my thighs? [/size]

[size=32]Out of the huts of history's shame[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]Up from a past that's rooted in pain[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,[/size]
[size=32]Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.[/size]
[size=32]Leaving behind nights of terror and fear[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,[/size]
[size=32]I am the dream and the hope of the slave.[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]I rise. [/size]

swapna wrote:

brie wrote:hilarious! catchy title of the post. i i read it as, WE NEED RICE!
Qaeda
the reason i remembered it as such was because, several decades ago, someone had posted mary angelou's poem and PN had substituted "rise" with "rice" and i found it so hilarious and as the perfect dravidian (as she categorizes herself an peepuls of the sub-continent) riposte, that it became etched in my brain or memory (and that is what has made it compose this post). here is mary angelous's poem reproduced:

mary angelou wrote:
[size=32]You may write me down in history[/size]
[size=32]With your bitter, twisted lies,[/size]
[size=32]You may tread me in the very dirt[/size]
[size=32]But still, like dust, I'll rise.[/size]

[size=32]Does my sassiness upset you? [/size]
[size=32]Why are you beset with gloom? [/size]
[size=32]'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells[/size]
[size=32]Pumping in my living room.[/size]

[size=32]Just like moons and like suns,[/size]
[size=32]With the certainty of tides,[/size]
[size=32]Just like hopes springing high,[/size]
[size=32]Still I'll rise.[/size]

[size=32]Did you want to see me broken? [/size]
[size=32]Bowed head and lowered eyes? [/size]
[size=32]Shoulders falling down like teardrops.[/size]
[size=32]Weakened by my soulful cries.[/size]

[size=32]Does my haughtiness offend you? [/size]
[size=32]Don't you take it awful hard[/size]
[size=32]'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines[/size]
[size=32]Diggin' in my own back yard.[/size]

[size=32]You may shoot me with your words,[/size]
[size=32]You may cut me with your eyes,[/size]
[size=32]You may kill me with your hatefulness,[/size]
[size=32]But still, like air, I'll rise.[/size]

[size=32]Does my sexiness upset you? [/size]
[size=32]Does it come as a surprise[/size]
[size=32]That I dance like I've got diamonds[/size]
[size=32]At the meeting of my thighs? [/size]

[size=32]Out of the huts of history's shame[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]Up from a past that's rooted in pain[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,[/size]
[size=32]Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.[/size]
[size=32]Leaving behind nights of terror and fear[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,[/size]
[size=32]I am the dream and the hope of the slave.[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]I rise[/size]
[size=32]I rise. [/size]

did mary angelou write the poem you copied and.pasted above, as you claim she did?

how can anything be etched in something that doesn't exist?