I didn’t know it would take this long! Here we are 365 days and yet no sign of the girls. How did we get here? They made headlines, and despite the attention, the girls are still missing. Have we done enough? Let’s analyze this….How easy was it for this large numbers of girls were abducted without any trace? How many vans or vehicles drove on the rugged roads? and to where? where did they keep these girls and why can’t we find them?
Sad to see parents crying like babies….helplessly, how do I comfort them? what do I say to them? I can’t wear their shoes because they hurt…like needles, prick my fingers…like thorns on a rose stem. What are the girls thinking? what kid of meals are they eating? How do they manage their menstrual cycle? the pains, the blood spurts? One year without a birthday, without a hug, without freedom, without their weapons; pen and book.
My face is down because I am ashamed, I am helpless, I am angry and disappointed. They trusted me to come and rescue them but I couldn’t, I could only write, talk, pray……I have not done enough.
I write no more….I dream no more….I love no more……until my girls come back.
Help me, I have failed!
Verily I am stronger…weapon ready…stronger….let’s go!
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.
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