Poet and Didn’t Know It

April was national poetry month, so in celebration of that (a day late and a dollar short, as per usual!) We decided to take a fun little quiz from our friends over at Grammarly. Click the link below to see who your poet BFF is, and then submit your own poetry to us by May 15th for your chance to win a $10 gift card to amazon.com

Share your poetry as a comment here, or tag us on Facebook or Twitter and use #HOHPoetryContest so we can find you! 


As BFF’s it would only make sense that we have the same poet BFF. 🙂 
Maya Angelou


For you and your BFF, life is beautiful. Like Angelou, you have been through a lot but still radiate positivity and hope. You look for the good and don’t take yourself too seriously. Time with this modern American poet would be full of laughter, trying new things, and enjoying everything life can offer you — together. Water your daisies, turn on your favorite T-Swift track, and settle in to read this joyous anthem of personhood by your bestie.

“Still I Rise”
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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


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