“Where are you
little girl with broken wings but full of hope?
Where are you
wise woman covered in wounds?
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
Today is the day I will not sit still and give in anymore,
today I rise.
I am bruised but I will get up and walk again,
today I rise.
I don’t care if you ignore my beauty,
today I rise.
Through the alchemy of my darkest night, I heal and thrive,
today I rise.
I move through the world with confidence and grace.
I open my eyes and am ready to face
my wholeness as a woman and my limitless capacities.
I will walk my path
with audacity,
today I rise.
I reconnect with the many aspects of myself.
I am in awe of the reality I can create.
I am a queen,
I am a healer, a wise woman, a wild woman.
I will rise and be.
I am a rebel I will wake up and fight.
I am a mother and I am a child.
I will no longer disguise my sadness and pain,
I will no longer suffer and complain.
I am black and I am white.
There’s no reason to hurt.
Where are you? Where are you?
I call upon Kali to kiss me to life.
I transform my power and anger,
no more heartache or strife.
The world is missing what I am ready to give,
my wisdom, my sweetness, my love
and my hunger for peace.
I weep with the trees and the rivers
and the earth in distress.
I rise and shine and am ready to go on my quest.
Today I rise without doubt or hesitation,
today I rise without excuses, without procrastination.
Today I call upon my sisters to join
a movement of resoluteness and concern.
Today is my call into action,
to fulfill my mission without further distraction.
Today is the day,
today I will start,
to offer the world the wisdom of my heart”
This beautiful short poem of a film (by Films for Action; filmsforaction.org) and the accompanying words were perfect music for the celebration of my birth day…..
http://www.filmsforaction.org/watch/today-i-rise/
And then of course, Maya Angelou’s “And Still I Rise” is immediately
brought to mind…
Beautiful Joyce!
Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful poem. I found it just after writing a poem about releasing myself from the bounds of the bullying I experienced as a child, and it speaks to my heart.
With blessings and gratitude.
Cheryl, Thank you for your comments, and so glad to know you’re writing and expressing through poetry. Makes me happy that this spoke to you, and may you always in all ways Rise Up!!