The Rising Woman Poem
A Celebration of the Evolving Woman
I know why the caged bird sings...
Give me opportunity and I will grow wings.
Soaring high upon my own horizon.
Expressing my spirit whenever it’s arisin'.
I am a Rising Woman in a Rising World.
I play my part as it turns.
Shaping and molding...
Giving and holding.
I am a Rising Woman.
Still...I...Rise!
Words by Ozioma
This poem was read by Dr. Jean Houston in a conversation with Marianne Williamson in honor of International Women's Day 2016.
About the Creator
Ozioma Egwuonwu
Ozioma is an inspirational voice for next-level transformation. She offers her poetry and thought leadership to the Vocal community. Follow her on instagram @ozioma or on fb @BurnBrightOzioma.
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