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Still I Rise Analysis
Still I Rise Analysis
Of Maya Angelou’s numerous poems and other literary works, “Still I Rise,” written in
1928, is probably among her most famous poems. Written from Angelou’s own point of view
and with her as the speaker, she defiantly and passionately states that all efforts to put her down
have and will continue to fail. The poem, speaking of wealth and sexiness and attitude, evokes
confident and defiant emotions throughout. And with the use beautiful bits of imagery, simile,
and metaphor, she creatively establishes such themes as criticism, sexism, and racism.
One of the major themes and plot motivators, so to speak, in this poem is criticism. The
poem as a whole can be taken as somewhat inflammatory to those who may have oppressed
Angelou, and her provoking those people is no different. In the first stanza, she sasses:
This stanza as a whole can be taken as a challenge, practically begging those people to just try to
knock her down. And the final line, a simile, gives a spectacularly relevant mental image: you’re
given the picture of dust rising. In order for dust to rise, it must first be disturbed or agitated.
Angelou, the dust, in being downtrodden by critics and their cruelty, is agitated. The dust then
rises up, up and over those who went and oppressed her, making this entire stanza a grand simile
for rising above criticism and critics and even using criticism to one’s advantage.
Within criticism as a whole, the average woman can also fall victim to sexism. Angelou,
while being no different, did not let it put her down. In her seventh stanza, she questions:
Not only does this stanza pose a simile, it poses a question to those who could colloquially be called “the
haters.” Taking on the tone of the entire poem, she’s provocative in her question, begging to be
challenged and promising to be victorious. And by talking covertly-yet-overtly of the “meeting of her
thighs,” she’s owning her womanhood and everything that it entails. I find this stanza surprisingly
relevant to what it’s like being a woman today: we, as females, are shamed simply for being females. Our
rights are revoked and our bodies are no longer our own. We deserve to own every bit and piece of our
bodies and to never be ashamed of them. We, like Angelou, should all feel fine with dancing like there are
diamonds at the meetings of our thighs. There might as well be, as being a woman is something to
But perhaps the most powerful piece of figurative language in this poem are those pertaining to
racial oppression. Being a black woman at a time in which the world didn’t seem to be meant for black
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Angelou talks first of the nights of terror and fear, the words painting a dark image of night; she
then writes of moving beyond those nights into a bright, new day. Together, these form a metaphor, a
metaphor for rising above a dark time of oppression and moving into a dawning new age, a metaphor for
overcoming racism and putting it behind her. She brings the gift that her ancestors fought and suffered for
to give her, her freedom, with her and her people into this new age. And she is “the dream and hope of the
my friend, Lucy, about two weeks ago and started ranting about this assignment. Like Hermione,
she pulled a packet of poems from her bag and selected this one, handing it to me and promising
that it was extremely “me.” I relate to the poem mostly for the underlying theme of sexism and
what Angelou had to write about it. I also find this poem to be extremely empowering and
inspiring, inspiring me and others to not let oppression get the best of us. I will probably end up
falling back on such words in an argument or when defending myself: the stanza on sexiness will
prove useful when my shorts are “too short,” I can almost guarantee it. I chose to recite these
lines of the poem because of the different themes portrayed more specifically in each stanza and
who they may seem relevant to. The first stanza may seem relevant to anyone in the class who
may have been bullied or kicked down otherwise. The second stanza, my favorite, may seem
relevant to my female peers who know how aggravating it is to be shamed for our bodies, may
empower them to ignore said shaming. The final stanza, I hope, will speak to my African
American classmates, reminding them of their past and that they are, in fact, was their ancestors
fought so hard for. Just like Angelou, we must all fight on and rise, rise, rise.
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou, 1928