House of Nicole Duke & Dr. Neel
House of Nicole Duke & Dr. Neel

Black butterfly’s by nicole Duke


I still rise 

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.

Thanks  Dr. Maye Angelo.