Still I shine

Still I rise by Maya Angelou inspired this poem

You may write me off in your closet

With your calumny and diatribes 

You may treat me down in your very traduce

And still like Venus I'll overheats the momentum 

I shine 

Still I shine 

Does my sauciness belch your outrage 

Why are you impounded with doomsday?

Tis my gigantic leap your nebula beyond the golden valleys 

Still limping in your mottled ass and Achilles heels 

Just like morons and buffoons in their meagre mires

With the certainty of their immaculate nebula 

Just like waning tides of the beautiful springs 

Still I overheats like Venus 

Did you goof in your wildest ass and macabre humor?

Malignant head and malignant feet

Dropped shoulders with cringing navel

Dreary weakneed grimacing over forlorn sooth

Does my unruly cheeks with the grimdeath of the machismo draw your disconsolate ire?

Tis thy gold mine in the nocturnal strike forlorn amiss

Your beautiful orchards with striking apple and grapevine turns stale

Dreary eyes blistering hardly cut down 

The beautiful orchards 

Where the avarice fell off his crimson 

And tides and metaphors with quirky cannon balls 

Decelerate haughty moist in your denigration of beautiful vines

Still like Venus I overheats 

I shine 

Does my momentum seems to bother?

Does my unruly dreams ever shoot down your glowing sky?

That laughs maybe bellyaching than mere belly laughed 

At the meeting of sordid cheeks

Coast home upon the waning tides of checkered antecedence 

I overheat

I shine 

Am a blackamoor beyond the nebulous nebula of prostrating negritude 

Swollen feet bred and bears the fangs of freedom 

Not allay driven to the allusion of broken reeds

Leaving behind thighs of scented serfdom and terrifying ghosts 

Like Venus I overheats 

Momentum barely fails me

As if like from the sorcerer's stoop

I overheat

I shine 

Beyond the beautiful roses 

Beyond the beautiful spring 

I shine 

I shine 

I shine 

Still I shine