Saturday, February 27, 2016
Misty Copeland
Misty Copeland is the first Afterican American "principal" ballerina in the NY dance company (which means she is the best in the whole country). She didn't start dancing until she was a teenager. Most ballerinas start when they are really little (like 4 years old) and worked harder than everyone else to catch up. She has a strong, muscular body which is different than most ballerinas, but she proved that being strong is good and is changing the way people think of ballerinas. Here is a little video about her.
Friday, February 26, 2016
Michelle Obama
As the First Lady of the United States of America, she has a really important job. She represents our country to the rest of the world and is a role model for girls and women all over. She is really smart. She went to college at Princeton and Harvard, both really fancy and difficult colleges (mommy wishes she had attended Harvard). She worked really hard in school in order to become a lawyer. That means she knew a lot about laws and how to help people who were in trouble. She also created a place in Chicago, where she was from, where people could come together as a group in their neighborhood and do good things.
She is a good mother. She is beautiful and classy. She always looks and acts like a lady. She is strong and stands up for things that are right. She travels all over the country and world to meet people and inspire people. She has even met the Queen of England (and lots of other Queens and Princesses).
My own A.A. Reese
You are my first baby love
miracle
maker of my identity.
You made my dreams reality
and let me learn how at your expense.
You make me proud
to bursting at the seams with
love, and admiration, and hope.
You are my quasi-creation,
and because of this,
you are a reflection of me.
Me.
Mine.
You.
Yours.
You are you.
I must remember.
You are you.
You are (lean in so I can whisper this in your ear) beautiful...
a beautiful being. I hesitate to tell it to you first, as if your appearance is who you are, but
I cannot deny the loveliness that you are.
Industrious.
You were appropriately named.
Your drive is unbeatable.
And girl, you can work. Hard.
Your mind goes!
It is always observing, aware, processing, synapses and electrodes firing and wiring in chaos,
but wired well.
"Focus. Focus. Amelia, FOCUS."
And when you do, that energy becomes a power to behold.
You are kind.
You are tender-hearted.
You are a healer, a fixer, a doer.
You are brown-skin-chocolate.
You are brown-skin-chocolate in a world of white.
You belong here.
You belong here, but you are not us.
You belong here, but. you. are. not. me. (I can hardly type the words)
Because, you see, in addition to all that you are, you are brown. And I am not. And I will never be. And you will never be.
So, it is what it is.
And although you are named after my model of a German grandmother and Dad's model of a Swedish grandmother, two who have gone before us and you, you are not them.
You are, alone, a pioneer in this world of white. I will be here, we all will, be right here, but you must do it alone because of who you are.
So, look to me, and grandmothers, and aunts, and sister. But, also, look to them. These women who I will shop for and show to you. You, who I hope will, then, say,
Yes, I am yours. I am these things. But I am also brown, like them. And I am Amelia Alice who is loved by many and spanning the divide between them all and strong enough to hold.
miracle
maker of my identity.
You made my dreams reality
and let me learn how at your expense.
You make me proud
to bursting at the seams with
love, and admiration, and hope.
You are my quasi-creation,
and because of this,
you are a reflection of me.
Me.
Mine.
You.
Yours.
You are you.
I must remember.
You are you.
You are (lean in so I can whisper this in your ear) beautiful...
a beautiful being. I hesitate to tell it to you first, as if your appearance is who you are, but
I cannot deny the loveliness that you are.
Industrious.
You were appropriately named.
Your drive is unbeatable.
And girl, you can work. Hard.
Your mind goes!
It is always observing, aware, processing, synapses and electrodes firing and wiring in chaos,
but wired well.
"Focus. Focus. Amelia, FOCUS."
And when you do, that energy becomes a power to behold.
You are kind.
You are tender-hearted.
You are a healer, a fixer, a doer.
You are brown-skin-chocolate.
You are brown-skin-chocolate in a world of white.
You belong here.
You belong here, but you are not us.
You belong here, but. you. are. not. me. (I can hardly type the words)
Because, you see, in addition to all that you are, you are brown. And I am not. And I will never be. And you will never be.
So, it is what it is.
And although you are named after my model of a German grandmother and Dad's model of a Swedish grandmother, two who have gone before us and you, you are not them.
You are, alone, a pioneer in this world of white. I will be here, we all will, be right here, but you must do it alone because of who you are.
So, look to me, and grandmothers, and aunts, and sister. But, also, look to them. These women who I will shop for and show to you. You, who I hope will, then, say,
Yes, I am yours. I am these things. But I am also brown, like them. And I am Amelia Alice who is loved by many and spanning the divide between them all and strong enough to hold.
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