Sisters, where there is cold silence
no hallelujahs, no hurrahs at all, no handshakes,
no neon red or blue, no smiling faces
prevail.
The poem is a call to persevereâeven in the face of hardship and discrimination. But it is also a celebration. âYou create and train your flowers still,â Brooks wrote. The world can be cruel, but still, we rise.
And so while women have been raised to be competitive with one anotherârooted in the lie that there isnât room for all of us to succeedâBlack women understand the power of collaboration, motivation, and support. You ever noticed the pure excitement of a Black woman when one of her sisters succeeds? There is something so empowering about hearing a compliment from another Black woman. Itâs the hype track to unlocking our powerâa sisterhood in action.