Joy

JOY ….  in “And Ain’t I a Woman” … Celebrating Black History Month and International Women’s Day

JOY …. in “And Ain’t I a Woman” … Celebrating Black History Month and International Women’s Day

bigotry, Black History Month, Joy, Women
“I'm not going to die, I'm going home like a shooting star.” The Narrative of Sojourner Truth Sojourner Truth and Olive Gilbert Ain't I a Woman is posted here today in honor of Black History Month (February)and International Women's Day (IWD), coming up on March 8. One of the many guises in which poetry presents itself:  American actress Alfrie Woodard delivers New Yorker Sojourner Truth's spontaneous speech, Ain't I a Woman. Sojourner gave this speech at the Women's Convention in Akron, Ohio in May of 1851. SOJOURNER TRUTH (1797-1883) African-American Abolitionist and Women's Rights Activist Black History Month is an opportunity to remember and celebrate the people and events of the African Diaspora. Two sites to visit for this celebration:
JOY . . . I am beautiful now

JOY . . . I am beautiful now

Joy, poem
I have been searching Old Woman and I find her in mySelf Daughters of Copper Woman, Ann Cameron In case you haven’t noticed, I’m beautiful now, beautiful in ways I never was in callow youth ... On fire now with the violet fire of soul speak, treading a lighter path with a brighter spirit. · Sparking pink tourmaline, green jade, amethyst. Blue sapphire flashing through the cloud of my being, shooting stars in a cobalt sky of my heart. I shed the pyrite, lead, hematite, the heavy, the dross. Lost in a whisper of indigo dreams ... like a gray sparrow feather I float through Eternity, a fragile-strong willow-wisp of joy. · In case you haven’t noticed, I am beautiful now, beautiful in the way of all young women in that once-upon-a-time when they were old.
JOY … in our ability to reach out and love

JOY … in our ability to reach out and love

Joy, poem, Poetry
  I think human beings are remarkable for their ability to reach out and love even though they know it’s all going end. the wheat has ripened, the lavender is fading white jasmine breaths into gray signs of rain in your lively days, you were light and laughter now i know you as a shadow across the face of the moon, an empty house in my heartland © 2015, poem and illustration, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine), All rights reserved