untukmu wanita yang bersedih

Emansipasi mengajar wanita erti kebebasan
Hak-hak yang tidak pernah wujud mula dituntut
Sehingga ada di antara kamu mula memberontak
Dan apabila itu terjadi pada dirimu
Kau juga ingin menjadi seperti mereka

Seringkali kesabaran itu diuji
Sehinggakan satu hari nanti
Kau akan menangis semahumu
Bersujudlah...
Berdoalah...
Dan letakkanlah keikhlasan itu ke tempat yang paling tinggi
Dalam hatimu

Sememangnya
Ceria adalah lumrah
Apabila kehidupan berjalan lancar
Tetapi seseorang itu akan lebih dikagumi
Apabila masih mampu tersenyum
Ketika dirinya dilanda derita dan masalah

Demi sesungguhnya
Allah tidak akan menguji hambanya
Melebihi kemampuan mereka
Dan apabila itu terjadi
Itu ertinya kau kuat mengharungi cubaan itu
Sebagai bukti cinta Allah kepadamu
Juga sebagai bentuk penghapusan dosa

Bangkitlah dikau wahai wanita yang bersedih...

we rise from our past

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, And Still I Rise?)

 Let your heart and minds speaks for itself, have you grown up yet?