in the spirit of intl women’s day
\n[/vc_column_text][vc_single_image image=\"29650\" img_size=\"410x406\" alignment=\"center\"][/vc_column][vc_column width=\"1/2\" css=\".vc_custom_1646846980474{border-radius: 15px !important;}\"][vc_single_image image=\"29701\" img_size=\"large\" alignment=\"center\" css=\".vc_custom_1646847057721{border-top-width: 20px !important;border-bottom-width: 15px !important;padding-top: 20px !important;padding-bottom: 15px !important;border-radius: 20px !important;}\"][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]From across the African diaspora, we find Yrsa Daley-Ward’s poetry; bold, candid and profound, it celebrates the words of women worldwide and from all backgrounds. This piece, written as part of a collab for an earlier IWD is still just as relevant today.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=\"1/6\"][/vc_column][vc_column width=\"2/3\"][vc_video link=\"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jW_JCI9qOI\" el_width=\"90\" align=\"center\"][/vc_column][vc_column width=\"1/6\"][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The second poem we have is The Journey, by Mary Oliver, follows the same theme. It’s often hard to realise your own worth, especially when others have their own ideas about you, but it’s always important to realise your own merits. Nothing anyone says can ever stop you being you, and only through being you can you break the biases around you.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=\"1/6\"][/vc_column][vc_column width=\"2/3\"][vc_column_text]\n“One day you finally knew
\nwhat you had to do, and began,
\nthough the voices around you
\nkept shouting
\ntheir bad advice–
\nthough the whole house
\nbegan to tremble
\nand you felt the old tug
\nat your ankles.
\n“Mend my life!”
\neach voice cried.
\nBut you didn’t stop.
\nYou knew what you had to do,
\nthough the wind pried
\nwith its stiff fingers
\nat the very foundations,
\nthough their melancholy
\nwas terrible.
\nIt was already late
\nenough, and a wild night,
\nand the road full of fallen
\nbranches and stones.
\nBut little by little,
\nas you left their voices behind,
\nthe stars began to burn
\nthrough the sheets of clouds,
\nand there was a new voice
\nwhich you slowly
\nrecognized as your own,
\nthat kept you company
\nas you strode deeper and deeper
\ninto the world,
\ndetermined to do
\nthe only thing you could do–
\ndetermined to save
\nthe only life you could save.”
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\nThe Journey
\nby Mary Oliver
\n[/vc_column_text][vc_separator][/vc_column][vc_column width=\"1/6\"][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The last thought I’d like to leave you with today isn’t a poem, but rather is a quote. This final statement, said by Gloria Anzadúla, is a motto to live by. Regardless of what challenges may come our way, we will always have the strength to face them. Through togetherness, belief and strength we can #BreakTheBias.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=\"1/6\"][/vc_column][vc_column width=\"2/3\"][vc_column_text]\n“Though we tremble before uncertain futures, may we meet illness, death, and adversity with strength. May we dance in the face of our fears.”
\n– Gloria Anzaldúa
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