To Village Sisterhood during these 16 Days of Activism

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.

Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

Untitled Script by Choice

Subtitled: We Made You

my sistas shelter me

support and some slight me

my strength brings controversy

and unnecessary confusion clogging

sexism hindering

smooth sailing, ignoring

let it be and let’s laugh at them

we are not the

objects of disgrace and ridicule

definitely we are not lesbians

or male bashers

those are other women

who might deserve

the cruel thorns

thrusts in their thoughts

unknown women, unknown proximity

my brothas say

stay in your god-forsaken place

and you will be loved and respected

are you talking about my god?

who has the strength of a woman?

or yours manufactured in your chauvinist minds?

my brothas say

moving towards our space and stating

the wealth of your mind, the passion of your life

the movement of your dreams and the dissent of your spirit

without our sanctions

is a blatant sacrilege

i say i am no other person

but my own woman

my mother’s daughter

that triples my strength and my voice

i am not there to validate and support your

mistaken supremacy

it does not exist for me

i say you are man-another form of wo-man

you are man who i shield when you were your most vulnerable

without the senses or whatever that makes you mad to abuse my being

i am my mother’s daughter

i am controversy in the midst of superficiality

i am the one from whom you sought protection

for months…i carried you and brought you out

to life to sunshine to strength

understand my power in your life

i am a wo-man

and it is no insult!

-krazzygirl123

I RISE! I RISE! I RISE!

love this part:

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

ain't it something, e? our strength is timeless...from sojourner truth to madam suacoco to ellen and all those in between-we survive and celebrate life! we 'rise' smile_approve

mind and body

so you want to stroke my body

you with your universal privilege

man of all worlds

my body but not my mind

my body is safe and sometimes sexy

lazy lips you think will do more than smile, speak

forming words that only control your adrenaline surge

crazy eyes that do warm and glorious things

unkempt, wild and invigorating hair that makes you question dark and lovely

my body seems safe and sometimes sexy

but

i let you in and

damn

the chilling shock

twins they are

my body and mind

one is stronger but who knows the day

sometimes they merge and speak the language of truth

a truth that blasts its way through

mediocrity and madness

a truth that has no patience for

rationality of the status quo

a truth that refuses to conform to

the satisfaction of dead heroes to a few

so you want to know my body

man, it comes in such a dynamic package

that it is best left untouched for those

who master the fiery intellect that exists at the

core

it is best left for those who

unleash powerful passion and watch it

go

straight

to my head

my mind

and then…my body.

-krazzygirl123

12:43 a.m. October 21, 2005

For love your body day

Keep it coming K:

a truth that blasts its way through

mediocrity and madness

a truth that has no patience for

rationality of the status quo

a truth that refuses to conform to

the satisfaction of dead heroes to a few

so you want to know my body

man, it comes in such a dynamic package

that it is best left untouched for those

who master the fiery intellect that exists at the

core

krazzy wrote:: Untitled Script by Choice

Subtitled: We Made You

my sistas shelter me

support and some slight me

my strength brings controversy

and unnecessary confusion clogging

sexism hindering

smooth sailing, ignoring

let it be and let’s laugh at them

we are not the

objects of disgrace and ridicule

definitely we are not lesbians

or male bashers

those are other women

who might deserve

the cruel thorns

thrusts in their thoughts

unknown women, unknown proximity

my brothas say

stay in your god-forsaken place

and you will be loved and respected

are you talking about my god?

who has the strength of a woman?

or yours manufactured in your chauvinist minds?

my brothas say

moving towards our space and stating

the wealth of your mind, the passion of your life

the movement of your dreams and the dissent of your spirit

without our sanctions

is a blatant sacrilege

i say i am no other person

but my own woman

my mother’s daughter

that triples my strength and my voice

i am not there to validate and support your

mistaken supremacy

it does not exist for me

i say you are man-another form of wo-man

you are man who i shield when you were your most vulnerable

without the senses or whatever that makes you mad to abuse my being

i am my mother’s daughter

i am controversy in the midst of superficiality

i am the one from whom you sought protection

for months…i carried you and brought you out

to life to sunshine to strength

understand my power in your life

i am a wo-man

and it is no insult!

-krazzygirl123