Mean Divas: janeiro 2010

segunda-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2010

Still I rise

Impossível ver as fotos das crianças haitianas e não lembrar de versos do belíssimo poema de 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.

[…]

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

[…]

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise.

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What’s a Mean Diva? First of all, let’s assume the concept is not easy to define. Not in words, at least. Because words fail to describe what’s precisely at the heart of being a Mean Diva: small acts, a way of looking around and noticing the exact same things that other MDs would have noticed, and, most important, making the same kind of comments. So, from what was said, one can deduce that MDs are not only intelligent but smart and bright (no, dears, those things do not always come together…). MDs are fun and will always run far, far away from mediocrity (there’s nothing worse in the eyes of a MD than mediocrity!). But, let’s not forget: MDs are, sometimes, very cruel. After all, they are Mean Divas!

But, if you really want to know more about the Mean Divas, who their favorite “Divos” and heroes are and what they are doing to help save the minds of this world, browse through their posts in this blog.