Happy Black History Month!
It is February 1st! Happy Black History Month everybody! It’s so important to acknowledge the struggle, sacrifices, and accomplishments of those before us. That’s why I’m using this blog to celebrate Black History! Right now, we are experiencing the dream that many before us did not live to see. As a young generation, we should be THANKFUL that our ancestors were willing face challenges and overcome fear. Their sacrifices led to our freedom. And although black people still face many challenges and injustices in America today, we continue to thrive and succeed as a culture. So my question for you guys today is, “Who is your favorite representative of Black History?” Harriet Tubman, Dr. King, Rosa Parks, George Washington Carver, or someone else?
Here’s the famous poem Still I Rise, by Maya Angelo.
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
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.