Mom says:

Since you couldn’t explain these words in Maya’s poem-

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

We are going to travel with The Slave Dancer, by Paula Fox and see what insight you develop.

This is the path of the Slave Dancer

Kim says:

OK, iv already started the book, and I am on chapter 3, I think im ahead of you. 🙂