You have to watch this movie
If you’re reading this, your homework is to watch the movie, Maya Angelou: And Still I Rise. It’s been a while since I watched it, but it was profound, its ripple effect still moving my mind and shifting my perspective.
I kept the ticket stub as a token, and placed it on my Agnes Altar that celebrates my grandma—the Wise Woman archetype. As I walk in and out of my all-purpose room, I see the bright orange ticket am reminded of a universal truth—I can liberate myself. I am my own hero. If Dr. Angelou could do it, I can too.
More so than ever, scenes from this movie continue to teach me more about myself. The scene that has been replaying in my mind is set on a talk show or an author’s reading somewhere and during Q & A session an audience member addresses Dr. Angelou as “Maya.” She corrects the student, “No, you call me Dr. Angelou.”
At first I was a little taken aback. That could have been me. I don’t know how many times I referred to the Mother Goddess Queen of Verse by her first name when teaching poetry to 8th graders. Minus my infractionous disrespect to Dr. Angleou, I feel that her intention wasn’t to take grievance with this person being a too casual, it was to set the record straight and tell the world: this is who I am. I AM DR. ANGELOU. NOT MAYA.
How freaking powerful is that?
To declare— to command—that your sovereignty and place in this world be acknowledged.
Don’t let the world tell you who you are—the world will get it wrong. I dare you to tell the world Who You Are. What if we loved ourselves and others so much that we set ourselves free? Love liberates.
My google sesh this afternoon did not return any results for “call me dr. angelou” but I did stumble upon a beautiful video with all the feels.
To review, you have 2 homeworks: watch the movie and tell the world: this is Who I Am.