Of course, one couldnât forget one of the most talked about and memorable female poets of the 20th century that bled into the 21st century--Maya Angelou. Her work has been talked about in many high school and college classrooms and she is a well-known close friend of successful Black talk-show host, Oprah Winfrey. She worked for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X, and was even an educator herself. Her writings consist (but are not minimized to) Black rights, personal experiences, and Black feminism. Something interesting that Angelou talks about in this article that talks about the Pan-African identity is how Black Americans not wanting to be associated with Africa (specifically Marcus Garveyâs movement âback to Africaâ) was shown in all of the African diaspora, not just in America. This is also seen in the West Indies who would rather be associated as a British Citizen than someone from Africa. Upon reading about Marcus Garvey and his plans, I always wondered why many Black Americans (specifically) wanted to go everywhere (Paris, South America, etc) except back to Africa and why Garvey was seen as a threat for initiating this movement. Angelou doesnât say whether or not she was against or for the movement, but she does point out how universal it is for African Americans to not want to go back or associate with the place they or their ancestors were stolen from (Smithers).Â
In the early 1960s, Maya Angelou had the luxury of going back to Ghana and experiencing what many Black Americans were afraid of. She thought to herself--was this what she was missing this whole time in her adult and childhood? She compared the skin of Ghanians to some of her favorite foods and snacks and began questioning if Ghana could be a home for her still. She then goes on to compare Ghana to heaven. Of course, this didnât last long as she began to be reminded that her ancestors were seen as âweakâ by natives and the transatlantic slave trade began to peg her (Smithers).
Most of her popularized work isnât focused around the Black American experience, but moreso her own experience, experiences of other women, and female empowerment in general. I found that quite interesting considering she was one of few women that was able to travel outside of the America and to Ghana. I find this poem coming up not only tackles the âAngry Black Womanâ schema and the sexualization of Black women but this poem also uplifts women who are consistently being put down for showing a bit of edge. Itâs one of my favorite poems of Maya Angelou and one of the first Iâve read in high school.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, Iâll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
âCause I walk like Iâve 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 Iâll 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?
Donât you take it awful hard
âCause I laugh like Iâve got gold mines
Digginâ 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, Iâll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like Iâve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of historyâs shame
I rise
Up from a past thatâs rooted in pain
I rise
Iâm 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 thatâs 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.