Resolving anger.

Know on them days when you're encountering negative emotions such as anger, sadness or even jealousy - Well I'm sort of goin through that now but  what  I've realised is that I only feel like this because of someone. It's never a quiet anger or frustration out of no where - Someone needs to have triggered it... But anyway when I am feeling... down or whatever I usually indulge myself in prayer - Like seriously words are just coming out of my mouth like crazy. Other times I listen to music that calms me down and write some poetry. Since I can never really fully explain something when I'm angry I find that using metaphors and personifications (and more) in my poetry does the work. E.g -
"The anger consumed me from deep within my stomach, unable to breathe beyond the thought of death"
Okay so maybe not all of my poetry is like this; they range from sad all the way to confusion and happiness. Reading poetry also makes me feel good again - When reading that somebody else is going through what i'm experiencing, it makes me feel less isolated, that way I know I'm not the only one going through that situation.

I read some of Maya Angelou's poems and this is by far my favourite. This poem is liberating and Maya does an amazing job of making a person feel whole again.

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 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