Appointed Co Chair Bristol Women’s Voice 2022
The words of Maya Angelou poem “Still I Rise” has always inspired me.
To all my fellow ladies ( and supporters) I say …keep rising!!!!… still x
Ladies will understand, just what I mean.
We face many obstacles.
So lets do so together…
We have a voice, so lets use it…wisely.
And with that I am happy to announce that I have been
Appointed : Co Chair
Bristol Women’s Voice
Last November I became a Trustee for BWV and I’m delighted to say that this Tuesday, I was officially voted in as Co Chair alongside Clare Meraz ( Co Chair) and Bonny Chung ( Vice Chair).
I am very excited and wholeheartedly looking forward to this opportunity.
There are a lot of absolutely amazing Women here in Bristol and they/ we all deserve, to be heard!
We currently have over 5000 members. It is an awesome responsibility.
I will do my best to represent, support, promote empower and amplify our voice.
The introduction of the One City Plan highlighted the importance of having clear achievable and sustainable goals for each stage of our city’s development. In order to achieve any of these goals they must reach out to all citizens – no matter their gender, race, sexuality or background.
By mapping these goals on to the Wo-Manifesto, it demonstrates why it is so crucial that women’s issues are properly represented and how Bristol Women’s Voice will help to achieve these goals.
It is broken down into the 6 categories of the Wo-Manifesto-
The goals are displayed in a timeline, in order to establish which actions should be prioritised by both Bristol as a city and Bristol Women’s Voice. You can read the full report here online.
If you would like to know more about BWV and or you would like to join us, please see the link below.
To finish the inspiring Maya Angelou herself
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
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.