What people are saying
“Takirra is an incredible storyteller and narrative builder. Very few people can both see the vision and execute it-and Takirra does both with excellence and integrity.”
“Takirra communicates with passion, clarity, originality, authenticity and warmth. Whether she is solving complicated problems, introducing new ideas, or offering searing analysis, Takirra persuades allies and opponents. She is a rare blend of genius and generous, using her talents effectively to speak truth and build community.”
- Melissa Harris-Perry,
Professor & Media Host
“Takirra has a rare ability to communicate with the kind of clarity, urgency, and authenticity that cuts through the noise and sheds light on some of the most important issues of our time.”
- Sarah Hurwitz,
Author & Speechwriter (Barack & Michelle Obama)
“Takirra is a passionate, talented storyteller whose authenticity radiates in her narrative work. She always stays true to herself, her roots and is a powerful voice for Black America.”
- D. Watkins,
D. Watkins, NYT bestselling author, writer and professor
ODE TO APOLOGIES
You who dream bigger than the world view
Who build for businesses that aren't for you
Through the rain you move
Carrying the weight of whats professional
Then left out in the cold
To apologize is to
express regret for something that one has done wrong
I wonder
How we learn to say sorry without word
How we ask for room to grow and told
Maybe next year
Stay frozen
Just watch
and wait and wait and wait
Tell them NO
This is your time to unapologize for yourself
To own your time, to be the waves
To say I am here and I am not alone
With Black women by your side
We sit at our own tables
We are the deepest ocean
Flowing with goals and growth
We crash through the glass ceiling
And see the reflection of everything to come
This is a Sisterhood
Of firm owners and CEOs
Know we got you
We are the tides
Help you Rise with the Power you hold
For this is the Storm of a generation
Of Black girls who grew up
Wide eyed and ready
Who skated on doubts
And called it ice
Who feel our ancestors river guide
Their droplets dreams
Pulsing
And
Right here
This is for those who only knew survival
Who mopped a way through water
Touched the bottom of the sea and rose above it
This is for the first time you say
I’m not sorry
- Nyarae Francis