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Thursday, October 2, 2014
You can make it, Author Unknown
You can make it, Author Unknown
There’s a mountain before you
One you feel you can never climb
The distance is frightening,
but I know you can make it to the other side
If only you try
I’ve seen the strength
that you carry inside
I’ve seen the will, the passion
the fight in your eyes
I’ve witnessed your ambition
I know you can do it one more time
You can do anything
You can be anyone
You can be happy, too
But first you must believe
in the power of you
You’re powerful,
valuable, beautiful and brave
And I know that you know
you can make it through tomorrow
if you can get through today;
I will be there for you
every step of the way
Look to yourself , Author Unknown
Look to yourself , Author Unknown
For all things look to yourself first;
You have all things and you'll never thirst
Your land has many things great and good
Rich soils, minerals and other things
Do not go friend cap -in-hand
Honey and milk flow in your hand
Don't say,"Grass is green at their feet"
For grass is greener at your feet
Honey and milk flow in your hand
Don't say,"Grass is green at their feet"
For grass is greener at your feet
You have got all the richest gift,
Others have not got half your giftsLook to yourself then and great
Use all that you have and be great
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Quitting is not the way by Julie Herbert
Quitting is not the way by Julie Herbert
Go ahead and quit,
If you can’t see it through.
But don’t come crying to me,
When quitting is all you do.
Those who start to quit,
When things start getting tough.
Start to see quitting,
As a way to get out of stuff.
They never stick things through,
And can’t complete a thing.
Is this the type of person,
You see yourself being?
Quitters never win,
No matter what you’ve heard.
Have you ever heard a quitter,
That is picked to be referred?
Of course that would be silly,
Why would someone refer?
Someone who can’t even accomplish,
They are their own saboteurs.
Next time you want to quit,
Think who you want to be.
Quitters never win,
I want more than this for thee.
I want to see success,
Surround you every day.
I want you to be happy,
And want to scream hooray!
I want you in a job,
That makes you’re world so good.
I want the work you do,
Feel just like childhood.
But most of all I want,
To see you see things through.
But not because you should,
Because you really want too.
And I realize you may be scared,
That you can’t see it through.
But I’m hear to tell you, you can,
Do anything you put your mind to
Friday, September 5, 2014
I rise by Maya Angelou
I rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.
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.
I rise
I rise.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
The Unseen Hero by Thomas Gray
The
Unseen Hero by Thomas Gray
Many
a gem of purest ray serene
the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Many a flower is born to blush unseen
and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Some village-Hampden that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Many a flower is born to blush unseen
and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Some village-Hampden that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
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