A few years ago, my Acoustic Blend bandmate Ken Davis and I were invited to share some music for a Martin Luther King Jr. celebration in Mount Airy. At that gathering, a friend of mine, Marie Nicholson, gave a stirring interpretation of Maya Angelou's poem, "Still I Rise." I love the way she owned it and gave her own voice to Angelou's words. You can watch and listen below.
Listening back on it now, and certainly in light of last summer's tragedy in Charleston, I thought these particular words took on new meaning:
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 rise!
Remembering anyone or anything can be a tricky thing. If all we do is remember, we kind of miss the point. By looking back today, let's not forget to keep looking - and moving - forward. Persistently, stubbornly, hopefully.
Listening back on it now, and certainly in light of last summer's tragedy in Charleston, I thought these particular words took on new meaning:
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 rise!
Remembering anyone or anything can be a tricky thing. If all we do is remember, we kind of miss the point. By looking back today, let's not forget to keep looking - and moving - forward. Persistently, stubbornly, hopefully.
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