GCDP Executive Committee MeetingDec 19, 7:00pm440 West Main Street , Fairborn, OH, United States, Ohio 45324This is the monthly meeting of the Executive Committee. Please email chair@gcdp.org for details,... See MoreSee Less
Help set strategies and focuses for the next election season.
All are welcome - all current committee heads and other leaders, please join us. If you want to become involved for the first time, you are welcome too!
Limit of 50 people. All day event. Lunch provided. Schedule details to come.
Please email communications@gcdp.org to let us know if you have any dietary restrictions so we can accomodate them when we order lunch.
STILL I RISE - By Poet Laureate Maya Angelou
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.
GCDP Executive Committee MeetingDec 19, 7:00pm440 West Main Street , Fairborn, OH, United States, Ohio 45324This is the monthly meeting of the Executive Committee. Please email chair@gcdp.org for details,... See MoreSee Less
GCDP Executive Committee MeetingDec 19, 7:00pm440 West Main Street , Fairborn, OH, United States, Ohio 45324This is the monthly meeting of the Executive Committee. Please email chair@gcdp.org for details,
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A Blueprint For Greene - Democratic Leadership Retreat 2025Jan 25, 8:30amGreene County Board of ElectionsCome join us as we look back to look forward towards November 2025.
Help set strategies and focuses for the next election season.
All are welcome - all current committee heads and other leaders, please join us. If you want to become involved for the first time, you are welcome too!
Limit of 50 people. All day event. Lunch provided. Schedule details to come.
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STILL I RISE - By Poet Laureate Maya Angelou 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.