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Last login: 12 hours agoMadrosemama: Heather is a 29 year old married woman from Ohio, USA.; Likes 1,747 pages, 80 videos, 145 photos • 115 fans • Received 23 reviews; Member since Mar 23, 2008

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Rising Angels on Flickr - Photo Sharing!: May 12, 12:34pm 1 review photography •http://www.flickr.com/photos/eboegel/...; 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
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.

Maya Angelou

YouTube - Ween - Baby Bitch: May 11, 6:21pm 2 reviews music, video •http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=Gg_hSgq...; One of my favorite songs by Ween..

Collaborations With The Dead: The Long Goodbye on Flickr - Photo Sharing!: May 11, 3:10pm 1 review photography •http://www.flickr.com/photos/toddland...; Untitled

The air is so thick with memories
Each step I take
Brings me closer to my past
Every breeze whispers
A hint of regret
And
If I close my eyes
I will only see you more clearly

hm

May 11, 2:05am: White wicker

Chairs on a porch
Facing the road
Stopping time
White paint chips
Sticking to my legs
As we stand
My hand in hers
And walk
To the ice cream shop

hm