Beautiful post SheShe2...

we see, .... clearly. hence, all the fear, and rage, and hostility and hate.

we see.

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Thank you! K&R

http://16quotes.com/i-fall-i-rise-i-make-mistakes-i-live-i-learn-ive-been-hurt-but-im-alive/

Yes.

Absolutely stunning.

posted this before. the pics at the link are broken.


Women, oh yes we are.

We are proud and strong and fearless.

We have been humiliated and hurt, sometimes grievously. We have been beaten both physically and verbally. Our rights over our bodies are being taken away from us. We have been told our voice does not matter, that our voice is shrill and hurts some sensitive ears. Aaaah, such sensitive ears, so sorry that the truth hurts.

Yet in the end, we rise. We will not be beaten. We are gaining strength and our fathers our brothers our sons and our friends have our backs. The color of ones skin does not matter here, it is for every woman that we stand for. We have each others backs.

What matters is that we all stand together, we all rise together. If one group is denied equality then every single one of us will lose our integrity and our humanity.

Let's Break that Chain! All of us it is time to stand up and be heard. We have your back and you have ours!

http://www.democraticunderground.com/10024805722

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 backyard.

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.

Thanks for the beautiful pictures.

Misty Copeland @mistyonpointe
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Thank you.

There's a large chunk of DU that needs this advice IMO.

take a bow~

http://www.judygrahn.org/

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/237422

III. Nadine, resting on her neighbor’s stoop

She holds things together, collects bail,
makes the landlord patch the largest holes.
At the Sunday social she would spike
every drink, and offer you half of what she knows,
which is plenty. She pokes at the ruins of the city
like an armored tank; but she thinks
of herself as a ripsaw cutting through
knots in wood. Her sentences come out
like thick pine shanks
and her big hands fill the air like smoke.
She’s a mud-chinked cabin in the slums,
sitting on the doorstep counting
rats and raising 15 children,
half of them her own. The neighborhood
would burn itself out without her;
one of these days she’ll strike the spark herself.
She’s made of grease
and metal, with a hard head
that makes the men around her seem frail.
The common woman is as common as
a nail.

I was feeling a little frayed around the edges, fearful of completely unraveling and the images, poems and posts are like a thread pulling it all back together.

so glad it helped.

My youngest daughter is a dancer. Those photos really resonate, but all the photos and text in this thread are great. When people feel the need to insult others, on this site or elsewhere, do they act from anger, or fear, or what?
It is really hard to listen when you are screaming at someone.
I do not want to live in a world where everyone looks, acts, and thinks like me. (Even if I am always right.)
Peace be upon you