Maya Angelou -
Minister of Equality & Civil RightsI'm struggling to sum up everything that is so amazing about this woman. Writer, poet, professor, civil rights activist. She is one of the most important black writers of our time and amongst a never ending list of honours, she also worked closely with Martin Luther King and Malcolm X. This is a woman who truly understood the importance of equality and never stopped fight for it throughout her life. And furthermore, she was absolute bonkers, funny, intelligent and completely outspoken. The perfect fit for this role and more than strong enough to get her voice heard in the bat shit crazy cabinet she'd be occupying.
“I am gay,” Maya Angelou told a gathering of 4,000 predominantly LGBT people at the GALA Festival in Tampa, Fla., in 1996. “I am lesbian. I am black. I am white. I am Native American. I am Christian. I am Jew. I am Muslim.”
Still I rise - by Maya Angelou
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.