Miss Jones’ Black History Month Competition
Open to students across the Co-op Academies:
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Take a photo or share a photo of a woman of colour who inspires you.
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They can be famous, a family member, somebody in school, somebody in the community. They just have to be inspirational to you!
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Submit 100 words explaining why they inspire you.
There will be a prize for Co-op Academy Leeds winner and we will be making a big display of them in the library. The trust will also share a selection of them on our website and social media, so everyone can read the tributes of women that inspire us!
Email Miss Jones if you are interested! natalie.jones@coopacademies.co.uk
Maya Angelou
Miss Jones
The world would be a darker place without the iconic Maya Angelou. Her words and her wisdom are profound and far-reaching.
Angelou was an American writer and civil-rights activist who published seven autobiographies,countless poems and three books of essays. Angelou published her first autobiography, I know why the Caged Bird Sings, in 1969 and her poem Still I Rise is outstanding.
Still I Rise
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?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Read more about Maya Angelou here:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/maya-angelou