sorg

[solstrålen]

Jeg har et hjerte

Inni sorgen

Den er borte

hele borgen

Den som jeg

Bygget opp

Den er borte

Plutselig stopp

Hvor er den

Blitt av?

Jeg var så sterk

Nå er jeg svak

Jeg har et verk

Et verk i hjertet

Så vondt

Det blør

Jeg vil gi opp

Jeg ser en dør

En dør til frihet

Kan jeg gå inn?

Da vil min kjære

Sorge i sitt sinn

Jeg kan da ikke

Såre han

Jeg vil bli fri

Så snart jeg kan

[thinkerbell]

#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)