Yo today's QOD is still I rise here we go

Welcome back to the quarter of the day show I'm your host Sean Crox and a Sean Crox and calm is February

Which means it is black history month and we're gonna kick off the week with Maya Angelou and her powerful poem still a rise

Here's Maya

You may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lines

You may charm me in the very dirt

But still like dust

All right

Does my sass in the subset you why are you be set with gloom just cuz I walk as if I have oil wells pumping in my living room

Just like moons and like suns with the certainty of tides just like hopes bringing high

Still I rise did you want to see me broken?

Bout head and lowered eyes shoulder's falling down like tear drops

We can buy my soul for cries does my sass in the subset you

Don't take it so hard just cuz I laugh as if I have gold mines digging in my own back y'all

You can shoot me with your words you can cut me with your lies

You can kill me with your hatefulness, but just like life all right?

Does my sexiness offend you oh?

Does it come as a surprise that I dance?

As if I have diamonds at the meeting of my thighs

Out of the huts of history shame I rise

Up from a past rooted in pain I rise a black ocean leaping and wide

Welling and swelling and bearing in the time

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