MY  BLACK SISTERS WE CONTINUE TO BE THE HISTORY MAKERS

Today I look back at the strength of the African- American woman, I meditate on some of the richest poems that have been offered to us by our black sisters in the other part of the world.

When I was a freshmen at University I was introduced to a poem by Maya Angelou "still I Rise."  
It was during a literature class that I was chosen  by the lecturer to read and analyse the poem.
The powerful piece shaped my life as young black woman.
It shaped my struggles and achievements and I continue to picture myself standing right next to Maya with my African curves boldly swinging with sassiness as I  narrate the piece of art.

Dear Black Sisters 
if you haven't seen or read still I rise by Maya, then I argue you to go thorough it now!!!

But over the years I have searched deeply for other poems written for the Black woman by the Black woman, poems that describe her struggle, poems that depict her and the strength she endures. So I have randomly  picked one over the hundreds I have seen

My Black Triangle by Grace Nichols

picture @ beautiful black art

My black triangle

sandwiched between the geography of my thighs

Is a Bermuda
of tiny atoms
forever seizing
and releasing
the world

My black triangle
is so rich
that it flows over
on to the dry crotch
of the world

My black triangle
is black light
sitting on the threshold
of the world

Overlooking deep-pink
probabilities

and though
it spares a thought
for history
my black triangle
has spread beyond his story
beyond the dry fears of parch-ri-archy

spreading and growing
trusting and flowering
my black triangle
carries the seal of approval
of my deepest self

In this poem Grace Nichols empowers the female body of the Black woman and I like the way she speaks through a sense of empowerment to the Black woman..