By the way, I have started my swimming lessons already and I had my second swimming lesson last Thursday. It was quite fun and I felt more comfortable. And guess what? I managed to float while holding on to the sides. Sort of like, I hold on to the side of the pool with my hands, and stretch my body out and move my legs to keep my legs afloat. Jordan says it's not really floating but still, it's a start. :)
Here is one of the poems by Maya Angelou, I think it's pretty good:
Still I Rise
By Maya Angelou
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
"Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean."-Maya Angelou (American poet, memoirist, actress, and an important figure in the American Civil Rights Movement)