Maya Angelou (1928-) "Still I rise," And Still I Rise (1978)
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
At first I thought that Black History Month is almost over and it is too late to post this blog. But then I thought about what I tell my children: February is a time for everyone to recognize the accomplishments of specific people but Black history is being created all the time, not bound by time or place. We need to take note of the events that are happening and make our contributions.
So I am posting this blog, late in the month... but very early in the year.
As this one month comes to an end, take a moment to acknowledge a few events that have shaped the history of America and celebrate the long journey we have yet to complete.
Black History is American History.
View the complete gallery: King and America in War Time.
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And view our entire Black History Month package and tell us what you think.
Mo
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