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Author Archives: zula2221618
G.O.A.T Rejected+Protected
Naomi Osaka. Viola Davis. Serena Williams. Wilma Rudolph. Simone Biles. Eartha Kitt. Debi Thomas. Venus Williams. Jackie Joyner-Kersee. Rosie Perez. Flo-Jo. Mo’ne Davis. Gabby Douglas. Waris Dirie. Misty Copeland. Mary J. Blige What do ALL these women (past and present) have in common? Each one has a personal backstory filled with opposition and challenges that they’veContinue reading “G.O.A.T Rejected+Protected”
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassyContinue reading “The Road Not Taken”
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In the broken place where we live, hope can be found in the cracks * If a dandelion can push herself up from the earth though a sliver of light in cement and be called a weed * —or a flower by those who see more surely, we too can bloom * in our brokennessContinue reading “See More”
Columbus&Indigenous People’s Day
Yesterday marked the U.S. holiday called Columbus Day which commemorates the landing of Christopher Columbus in the Americas in 1492. School age children are taught about this famous explorer, Italian born Christopher Columbus, who set sail with a fleet of ships – – Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria – – in route for Asia atContinue reading “Columbus&Indigenous People’s Day”
My People
Dream-singers, Story-tellers, Dancers, Loud laughers in the hands of Fate— My People. Dish-washers, Elevator-boys, Ladies’ maids, Crap-shooters, Cooks, Waiters, Jazzers, Nurses of babies, Loaders of ships, Porters, Hairdressers, Comedians in vaudeville And band-men in circuses— Dream-singers all, Story-tellers all. Dancers— God! What dancers! Singers— God! What singers! Singers and dancers, Dancers and laughers. Laughers? Yes,Continue reading “My People”
the ghosts of women once girls
somewhere a little girl is reading aloud in the middle of a dirt road. she smiles at the sound of her own voice escaping the spine of a book. she feeds on her hunger to know herself. she has not yet been taught to dim, she sits with the stars beneath her feet, a constellationContinue reading “the ghosts of women once girls”
I Am!
I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into theContinue reading “I Am!”
Run my dear …
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