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Originally posted by Dark Ghost
SKL, nicely written and well presented thread. Good work.
PS: For your information there was a thread about a week ago that referenced this guy and his speeches, although not by his name. Here is the link if you are interested:
LOOK @ Yourself After Watching This!
[edit on 31/5/2010 by Dark Ghost]
Originally posted by SpartanKingLeonidas
Often I wonder about how people can be down on themselves, or down on other people, or even how people can give up under odds that pressurize a catastrophe for their lives.
People often forget that life and that which we do with it is exactly what we see and put into it.
In other words, perspective, and how we handle our crisis situations is exactly how we affect not only our own world view, but that of those around us, and everything is affected.
Having been through many events where the catalyst was a dynamic that would crush other people, and looking back on my life, I am thankful to have had such loving parents, a quest for knowledge, and never having given up, despite the odds which were almost always against me, yet never did I buckle under the pressure of the events.
I bring all of this up not because of people like Tony Robbins, which while he is an inspirational man, and a great public speaker, nor do I bring this up because of my knowledge of politics, Government, the Art of War, or because of my own strengths of character.
But because of a man I just recently learned about, who uses his disability to inspire others.
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
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.