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For Interpretative presentation, you will choose a piece (prose, poetry, script, or other published source) that is published by a poet, literary writer, or a screenwriter. You will then "cut" the piece down to 3-5 minutes and perform that piece in front of the class to the best of your abilities. An introduction will accompany the piece. You will turn in a typed out version of your introduction via Canvas before you perform the piece. The entire performance, with the introduction, should be 3-5 minutes in length.InterpretativeInterpretative
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Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
Still I Rise poem by Maya Angelou is an inspiration on rising above abusive, discriminative and society of slavery. The Poem reflects on the oppression and inequality for African Americans in the mid 1990s. Maya recognized the effects of slavery of the African Americans about which she declares, “Still I Rise”. In the poem, she demonstrates her stand to rise above the popular phenomena in the society and call other people to live above the canopy of the society.
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 backyard.
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.
Retrieved from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46446/still-i-rise.
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Maya Angelou, “Still I Rise”. Poetry Foundation. Accessed on June 29, 2020 from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46446/still-i-rise.
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