August 18, 2017

We’re celebrating the superwoman in each and every one of us this woman’s month, Divas! Beaten down, Ignored, Disregarded, Tried and Tested every which way but never ever broken. Always rising! That’s our superpower!

And every woman has a super woman within her. We have met nine such women whose strength and sheer beauty are a testament to the power of womanhood and we’ll be sharing their inspiring stories all through August in our #IamSuperwoman Series. We invite you to join in and tell us your stories as well. Talk to us on our various social media pages using the hashtag #IAmSuperWoman and let’s make some serious noise about our resilience, our tenacity, our beauty, our strength and our sheer unbreakable force as women!

“Weare a black ocean, leaping and wide. Welling and swelling we bear in the tide. We are the dream and the hope” We are Superwoman!

Still I Rise (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 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.




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