This young woman, amazing. Amazed at her perspective, her vision, her beauty inside and out, her…words. Her words that no no boundaries, truly. Her power, from within, deep within. Her view, her words, her vision of what can be, what will be, inspired. Never more true than now, right now, with voices like hers, her voice, leading the way into a new chapter, new dawn.
Let it be so, let it be so.
From Gorman’s Poem, “The Hill We Climb”…
“So while once we asked,
how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert,
How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was,
but move to what shall be.”
Yes. YES.
More power? Her mantra every time she performs, as she says…
“So my mantra is: ‘I’m the daughter of Black writers who are descended from Freedom Fighters who broke their chains and changed the world. They call me,”.
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