Nubian Nation

Unified Sisters

Greetings Communities of the World: Kingman & Empresses Introducing you to the Grass Roots Community Group Unified Sisters {U.S} The Sister arm of iletoCPN  ..We are United in love spirit and Our-story of  Womb-man, mothers of civilisation part of the direction of the village {our community}: We recognise that there is work to do, we have great respect for our Kingmen, more love for our families, however, acknowledge that we need a space to rejuvenate,and gather the wisdom of our Elders, in order to maintain life, Love, family, equilibrium &  healing.We do hope that you will want to share items of interest and productivity, your views and interests will be welcomed.

To also mention that I do not own any of the films on these pages, all content is offered free In the interest of the public.

The topic “African Women” Warmest Regards & Walk Good, just remember that its not the death of the Black Wombman

Not the Death of the BW

 

                                                                                               

Still I Rise

By Maya Angelou

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 tear drops,   

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   

Digging’ 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

 

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