Wednesday, August 27, 2014


Blue days
Please stay away
I feel like an unfilled cup
Some days I want to cry or give up
Alone in this world we sleep
Alone in our minds we weep
As much as we try 
We just shrivel and die
Can’t we look above?
Dream of love?
No, years of breaking we’re done
Why pretend we’ve been having fun?
We can’t change our lives
If we want to dive
Into the dark abyss
We cannot miss
But stopped we are each time
As if it’s a crime
We lay in that hospital bed
Wishing we were dead
Then you came 
Beautiful and alive you aim
Into our hearts
Only to rip it apart
It always ends like this
And I’m falling deeper into this abyss
I try to climb out
But I can’t even shout
We can’t be happy at all
Like a deflated ball
We feel so alone 
Just toss a dog a bone

Written by Isabel Suarez

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Dr Maya Angelou, a Phenomenal Woman who Will be Missed.

Still I Rise

Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014

You may write me down in history
With you 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 works, 
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.

From Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. For online information about other Random House, Inc. books and authors, visit the website at