Still I Rise

Maya Angelou reciting “Still I Rise“–in case you’re feeling be-Job-ed today and need of the consolation of literature or if you have doubts about the existence of true poetry in the present age. (Printed text of the poem is here.)

is a staff writer for The Millions living in Virginia. She is a winner of the Virginia Quarterly's Young Reviewers Contest and has a doctorate from Stanford. Her writing has appeared in The Washington Times, In Character, VQR, Arts & Letters Daily, and The Daily Dish.


  1. Pure poetry? You’ve got to be kidding me. Pure garbage is more like it. Maya Angelou is exactly what is wrong with today’s poetry.

  2. Dear Mr. YoJohnny,

    How delightful to have such eloquent, intelligent, and civil readers as you. My warmest regards to you and my best wishes for lovely day, Emily

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