Today is World Poetry Day 2016! And so far, it has been great! Dinie is getting ready at the bakery for our first bake sale at Pharmaniaga, and we are also introducing our Mini-Bagels! It’s a smaller and slightly less chewy version of the bagels, targeted for the younger bread eaters aka, kids! In particular, we made it for our own kids. We are also introducing new flavours, Raisin and Cranberry into our bagels line. The Raisin and Cranberry Bagels are sweet-ish compared to the rest, my kids (and I) could just eat it on its own, or with cream cheese (if you want some delish mess). Yums!
I am a little nervous for the bake sale, because I’ve never done it before and every thing is just hectic when you have 3 young kids at home to actually prepare anything. Mental preparation <– non-existant.
Because today is World Poetry day, I would like to share a famous poem by Maya Angelou, 1928-2014. A shout out to all the Poets and Writers who moved me and the world by using words. May this art form lives.
And Still I Rise 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 backyard. 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.