Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • marilyn tharp (5/19/2015 10:23:00 PM)

    I like this to

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  • Lyn Paul Lyn Paul (5/16/2015 9:08:00 AM)

    Why with such a fabulous powerful, beautiful if we have to say Coloured Woman. Born in 1928 and now deceased. Why on Gods earth is there so much racism, particularly in America. Even with President Obama and so many famous coloured musicians who we groove to each and every day.
    Racism will never change until law and government do something about it. Maya's words will certainly live on.
    Racism, there is no room for it in society. We are one! ! ! !

  • Boutheina Natasha Boutheina Natasha (5/12/2015 7:36:00 AM)

    I love this Poet...she wrote a wonderful Poems

  • Jessica Delgado (5/11/2015 2:27:00 PM)

    I love this poet. She is deep-center and amazing woman that caught my eye and what strong poems she wrote.: D

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 12:55:00 PM)

    Dear, I like your meaningful verses.

  • Nicola Beckett Nicola Beckett (4/5/2015 2:13:00 PM)

    love this

  • monika pati (4/5/2015 12:48:00 PM)

    Phenomenal poem

  • Lakshmi S Bose Lakshmi S Bose (3/26/2015 4:38:00 AM)

    nice quote... amazing

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (3/23/2015 2:25:00 AM)

    hello Maya, your verses inspire me.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (3/18/2015 8:44:00 PM)

    maya angelou, some of your poems touch me deeply.

Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my ...

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The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

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