The poet Maya Angelou has always been close to my heart, especially her poem ‘Still I Rise’.
It was also the favourite poem of my lovely friend Jemma, who passed away a couple of years ago.
It has always been something that has made me feel determined and picked me up whenever I have been beaten down in any way.
Of course, I am not comparing my life to the subject matter: the shame of slavery. It is just that the words she wrote feel so right when you are having to deal with an unjust situation.
In view of what has happened in Manchester last week, I felt that Maya’s beautiful, stirring and inspiring words may bring some hope and some help to those that need to hear them right now: