MayaSpoken – Performance lors de la #FAM2019

Le 27 mars 2019, l’artiste de création parlée MayaSpoken a récité deux poèmes dans le cadre de la Conférence sur les familles au Canada 2019 : We Shall Rise et When You Were Born.

Artiste primée de création parlée, Maya Basudde (MayaSpoken) est aussi auteure, conférencière et animatrice d’ateliers et de programmes. Après avoir remporté son premier slam de poésie en 2015, dans lequel elle racontait son histoire de lutte contre la violence et le racisme tout au long de ses années d’études secondaires, elle s’est produite à Ottawa pour répandre un message d’espoir et d’autonomisation. Mme Basudde est également la fondatrice du Tell ’Em Girl Women’s Spoken Word Showcase et l’auteure du livre Warriors in Broad Daylight. Elle a reçu de nombreux prix, dont le prix Inspiration jeunesse de la capitale de la RBC 2017 et le prix Trailblazer 2018 de CBC Ottawa.

En anglais seulement


Raising our fists to the sky like fireworks on the first of July

We are sending out a message

not to prove that we are aggressive

but a message to the oppressive

that we will not be disrespected, neglected, or rejected

that although the system is a game, we are not toys created to be a part of it

That we have courage in our veins like it was injected

when we raise our fists to the sky this is the message projected

We shall RISE

Raising our fists to the sky with a diploma there’s a new aroma

it smells like success and it feels like greatness

it looks like beating down any negative expectations with a front kick

it sounds like “Mama we made it”

In a system not built for us to succeed

Indeed, we did, and we shall


Raising our fists to the sky in front of a congregation wearing all white

holding hands

side by side as tears of joy slip out of our eyes

there is a new message we no longer hide

we defeat the stereotype that true love for us doesn’t exist in this life

her in her gown and him in his suit and tie

promising each other that together

We shall RISE

Raising our fists to the sky with a bottle of champagne

celebrating all that is great

giving the opposition a reason to hate

understanding that success was worth the hard work and the staying up late

we tell everyone that said we couldn’t make it far that they were wrong

and that no matter what the odds are

We shall RISE

Raising our fists to the sky, announcing our victory

We shall RISE

Coming together celebrating our history

We shall rise

As much as the world will try to break us down


we’ve come too far to give up now






When you were born you cried a cry that looked purpose in the eye and said

“You are mine”

From the moment you began to take up space

the sun and the moon took turns sitting in just the right place to look upon your face

and be seen by you


with dreams big enough for people to yell impossible


who feels like giving up?

On life, on hope, on dreams, on love


Who the sun pierced through the clouds in the sky just to get a look into your eyes?

I know

It feels like the world is turning against you

But maybe the angels up above are shaking things up just so they can get a look at you


Because your very existence despite all that you have witnessed is proof that purpose listened

when you first grabbed a hold of life and said

“I got this”

Now even in the darkest of moments when the world doesn’t make no sense and your mind is full of questions

In comes purpose with a beating in your chest to remind you that this life right here is worth it

Full of beautiful moments that you just haven’t experienced yet

Laughs that your belly hasn’t felt yet

Smiles that your cheeks haven’t worn

Stories your lips haven’t told

And lives that are waiting to be changed simply because you decided not to give up on yours

So, when you feel like letting go

Remember that there is so much in store

And it’s yours

So, wipe your tears

And take deep breaths

It’s not over till it’s over and you are far from finished

As a matter of fact

You are just getting started


Publié avec permission le 30 avril 2019

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