Poema Still I Rise e Entrevista "Be a Rainbow in Someone Else's Cloud" (Tradução) - Dr Maya Angelou

[@fernandajctati]

Como eu amo esse poema. Pelo menos uma vez ao ano eu volto para ouvir e me fortalecer 🙏🏾❤️✨

[@cachorrocurioso6961]

Fabuloso, um poema magnífico que fortalece a nossa identidade e nos traz sentido para seguir. Maya Angelou foi uma mulher fantástica e supertalentosa, autora de Eu sei por que o pássaro canta na gaiola, um livro que considero ser de leitura essencial para todos os homens e mulheres negras.

[@luispereira1175]

Linda e maravilhosa ❤️ Mulher inspiradora, grande poetisa Miss Maya Angelou

[@lucianaonofre1133]

Wonderful!💜✊🏿

[@danielbarros1]

Excelente tradução! Obrigado por compartilhar, esse vídeo é uma preciosidade, um presente!

[@thedeadcheerleader993]

Her Words are magnificent.

[@gsbgsb9514]

Love ❤ this poem of Mayas, so powerful, thank you Maya RIP

[@tatiames]

Arrepiada

[@angelaenrique671]

Donde encuentro este video subtitulado en español?

[@nadiagaribaldi7870]

꧁͜𖢍͜͡ 𖢍͜͡꧂⁩⁩♡❉্᭄͜͡ ❉্᭄͜͡ ❉্᭄͜͡♡꧁͜𖢍͜͡ 𖢍͜͡꧂⁩⁩ Lindaa!! Maestra ⭐🌹❤

[@fernandopimentel2940]

✨👏👏👏✨❤️

[@kalyner3185]

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 backyard. 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.

[@keilasanches8385]

Simaria conhece esse poema, e eu vim para aqui por causa do Igor Guimarães...

[@jorgesbarbosa]

Felizmente, já conhecia essa belíssima poesia. Maya Angelou é potente, voz que se insere na literatura e resistência. ❤️