Maya Angelou- And Still I rise

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.

Bringing the word

and

showing my call

I am acting like that is two different things. It is the same. We need to live it.

Ahh.

one in the same one in the same.

Had to practice a little humility today at work. Ouch.