i need a poem on i still rise?

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The following is the poem I (Monica) wrote reflecting on Maya Angelou’s poetry "Still I Rise". She described the hardship and conflicts she faced because of her heritage. In response I wrote about my hardship and conflicts as well, but from my point of view of a Hispanic. This poem is describing how a Puerto Rican young lady, such as myself, can be discriminated against because of their race.


Still I Rise
by: Maya Angelou

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.
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The Sky’s the Limit
By: Monica Hernandez

People judge me for my boricua skin
Over looking the beauty with in.
Oh, it may hurt, it surely can
But the is sky the limit, That I understand.

A female Latina that’s what they see
Failure and disaster thy hope I be
Little do they know, the determination in me
It will mold me, until I succeed.

Does my finesse bother you?
Do my dreams interfere with what you do?
To each its own, is what I say
The sky’s the limit that’s what I say.

Boricua pride is m thrive
You can see it in my beautiful brown eyes.
I know I can and you should too
The is the limit for me and you.

You may hate me,
But the sky's the limit
You may judge me,
But the sky’s the limit.
You will always discrimination,
But the sky is MY limit.


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