Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

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  • Rookie - 0 Points p.a. noushad (9/7/2013)

    Dear Maya Angelou, your verses give me the wings and depth of life.

    153 person liked.
    28 person did not like.
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  • Rookie - 0 Points Itai Oscar (6/16/2013 11:14:00 AM)

    Great work! A poetry runs in her blood...

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 1:37:00 AM)

    Have a look at my poems... and rate them... i am sure you will like them.... :)

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Barack Obama (5/14/2013 7:27:00 AM)

    ay mayas ma nigga forreal

  • Rookie - 0 Points James Meurant (4/23/2013 4:25:00 AM)

    When I see Maya Angelou's poetry (to dare call it such) I feel like clawing my eyes out.

  • Rookie - 0 Points isaac Malone (3/27/2013 9:06:00 AM)

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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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