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Informationen zum Autor Written by Renée Watson; with art by Ekua Holmes Klappentext "Poet Renâee Watson looks back at her childhood and urges readers to look forward at their futures with love, understanding, and celebration in this fully illustrated poetry collection"-- Leseprobe at•?las | \ 'at-les \ from Merriam-Webster Dictionary 1 capitalized: a Titan who for his part in the Titans’ revolt against the gods is forced by Zeus to support the heavens on his shoulders 2 capitalized: one who bears a heavy burden 3(a): a bound collection of maps often including illustrations, informative tables, or textual matter Black girl you are Atlas. The way you carry the weight of the hood on your shoulders like a too-heavy backpack. How you big-sister the Black boys on the playground, in the classroom, in the back row of the choir stand who need a good stare-down every now and then. You already know when to tell your friend, He ain’t the one for you . You already know she won’t listen and you will be there to wipe her tears when love fails her. Black girl you are Atlas. The way your very presence in a room is a reminder of where you come from, a demand of what you are owed. Black girl you are atlas. Your bones a collection of histories, your blood rivers and flows, rivers and flows. You carry the dirges, the wailing. You carry the requiem of your ancestors, you are proof of their sweet breath. You queened and ruled and slaved and plowed and escaped and fought and got captured and fought and marched and protested and raised funds and raised fists and fought and fought and passed out flyers and voted in and voted out and fought and fought for your rights, for your peace of mind, for today, for tomorrow. Black girl you are atlas. You carry the jig and the two-step. You are festival and feast. You are nourishment in famine. Black girl you are atlas. You know the way back, the way forward. Black girl you are Atlas. The way no one expected you to be the fulfillment of prophecy. But it is you, always, who holds the world up. Sisterhood Haiku, I And what would we do without the knowing women? How could we survive? That Girl Ooh, look at that girl. You see the way she walk? Like she got somewhere to be. No. Like she tryin’ to leave? Yeah. She walkin’ fast, like she gotta get away and never come back. Walkin’ from a dark past, a few mistakes. That girl look like she walkin’ from a home that don’t know she gone, or that just don’t care. You see that girl’s eyes? Her eyes look empty. Look like they were once full of tears, but she done let the tears go. Look like she can’t cry no more, even if she wanted to. Look like she can’t laugh no more but sounds like she tries to. I hear her gigglin’ on the street corner, flirtin’ with those boys. So good at pretendin’, she almost believes her smile. So good at pretendin’, they almost believe it too. That girl. That girl used to have innocent moments playin’ Simon Says on school playgrounds. That girl used to sit on the porch swing at Big Momma’s house eatin’ watermelon from a tin pan. So naïve that she would save the seeds so she could plant them later. That girl. That girl done changed. She done got older and started realizin’ that people break promises and forget to say sorry. That girl. That girl done changed. She done got older and started realizin’ that she’s growin’ up to be just like her mother, even though she don’t want to be. Can’t help it. That girl. She wants to get away. Out of this city. Start over. Have a new reputation. An erased past. That girl wants to move to a place where th...
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A thoughtful celebration of Black girlhood by award-winning author and poet Renée Watson.
