Women and history

 

Women's History or 

A Woman's History

It is Women's History Month again.  Should we write about women's achievements, about how those achievements are often lost in history?  Should we write about a famous woman we admire?  Should we write about a woman we know personally or the heritage of women in a family we are part of?  Should we write about the changing knowledge we have of women and what they are capable of?  Should we write about a specific race or ethnicity or geography of women? Or maybe we can imagine a future of women? You choose.

Let's challenge ourselves to write about "women" or "a woman" in a new way, a way we have not done before.  

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Note:  This prompt closes on 3/8, International Women's Day!

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Alice Paul

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By Katharine Rolston Fisher

1871 –

1950

I watched a river of women,
Rippling purple, white and golden,
Stream toward the National Capitol.

Along its border,
Like a purple flower floating,
Moved a young woman, worn, wraithlike.
All eyes alight, keenly observing the marchers.
Out there on the curb, she looked so little, so lonely,
Few appeared even to see her;
No one saluted her.

Yet commander was she of the column, its leader;
She was the spring whence arose that irresistible river of women
Streaming steadily towards the National Capitol.

Haiku and Tanka for Harriet Tubman

By Sonia Sanchez

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Picture a woman

riding thunder on

the legs of slavery    ...    

2

Picture her kissing

our spines saying no to

the eyes of slavery    ...    

3

Picture her rotating

the earth into a shape

of lives becoming    ...    

4

Picture her leaning

into the eyes of our

birth clouds    ...    

5

Picture this woman

saying no to the constant

yes of slavery    ...    

(Read the rest HERE.)

Still I Rise

By Maya Angelou

1928 –

2014

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?

(Read the rest HERE.)

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