I Would really like to thank Sports Illustrated for recognizing me Not just as sports woman or in sports of the year, but just sports person of the year And I believe that one day I would stand on that Court and hold that winner’s trophy and now I guess 30 years later I still have goals and I still have dreams of winning. I’ve had my shares of ups and downs. I’ve had many struggles I’ve had blood clots in both my lungs At the same time and I lived through tragedies and controversies, and I’ve had people look down on me I’ve had people look put me down because I didn’t look like them I’ve had people look past me because of the color of my skin I’ve had people overlooked me because I was a woman I had critics say I will never win another Grand Slam When I was only at number seven and now here I stand today, and I cannot help But think of my favorite poet Maya Angelou And she has this poem called and still I rise and it’s a long poem, but I just want to quote a bit of it So here it goes You may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lies You may tried me with the very dirt But still like dust I rise Just like moon and Suns with the certainty of tides just like hopes and springing high still I rise Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and Lord eyes shoulders falling like teardrops and weakened by my soulful cries Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise From a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean leaping wide Welling and swelling I bear in the tide Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into the daybreak that’s wonderfully clear, I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave. I rise I am the dream and the hope of a slave i rise i rise i rise, thank you Sports Illustrated so much for giving me a chance to rise. I’m so honored Subscribe