Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone).
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
You are what we have become.
A day drunk with the nectar of nowness weaves its way between the years to fine itself at the flop house of night to sleep and be seen no more will I be less dead because I wrote this poem or you more because you.Bowed head and lowered eyes?Clean and well-furnished schools, Safe and non-threatening streets, Employment which makes use of your talents, But does not degrade your dignity.But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone.Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow crack ecover engineer 5.4 The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone.Come up from the gloom of national neglect, you have already been paid for.A Pledge to Rescue Our Youth by, maya Angelou 2006, young women, young men of color, we add our voices to the voices of your ancestors who speak to you over ancient seas and across impossible mountain tops.BSW intern Carla Carbrerra reads the poem, "Still I Rise" by Maya.We pledge ourselves and our resources to seek for you clean and well-furnished schools, safe and non-threatening streets, employment which makes use of your talents, but does not degrade your dignity.
Children have always loved these stories, and reading them together is an experience to treasure.
Where water is not thirsty, and bread loaf is not stone.
Does my haughtiness offend you?Why are you beset with gloom?Read by the poet at the lighting of the National Christmas Tree at the White House on December 1, 2005, Maya Angelous celebration of the Glad Season is a radiant affirmation of the goodness of life and a beautiful holiday gift for people of all.You are all we have.I came up with one thing, and I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone.We pledge ourselves and our resources to seek for you.I rise I rise I rise).Dont you take it awful hard Cause I laugh like Ive got gold mines Diggin in my own back yard.Does my sexiness upset you?There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone.