And Still I Rise

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When Maya Angelou was very young she didn’t speak to anyone but her brother for five years, and it is because she learned the power of words. She was raped, told the name of the rapist, and he was killed. Mortification upon horror. We do not learn without pain and grief. Yet, without them, how would we know happiness? To be human is a difficult proposition.

Ma

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