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Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

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  • Richard Benton (7/22/2013 7:41:00 PM)

    I'm just glad to see that this assinine ranking has not gone unchallenged.

    116 person liked.
    43 person did not like.
  • Janet Ellen (7/9/2013 11:37:00 AM)

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  • Itai Oscar (6/16/2013 11:14:00 AM)

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

  • Paulet Kuku (6/9/2013 12:29:00 PM)

    Hi my Dear,
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    I saw your profile today
    i will like to be friend with you, only if you don't mind.
    Here is, my email (Pauletkuku@yahoo.com) for my pictures and more about me.
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  • 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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  • Barack Obama (5/14/2013 7:27:00 AM)

    ay mayas ma nigga forreal

  • 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.

  • isaac Malone (3/27/2013 9:06:00 AM)

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  • Biswajit Basu (3/2/2013 5:14:00 AM)

    Why must we compare? Maya is a poet...period. She is black...period. She is a woman...period. These are all incidental attibutes. What has it got to do with her poetry which, I am sure, was never written in a spirit of competition with other poets. She is good and that is it. Let's just accept that and forget the rating of #1.

The Detached

We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
DEATH IS INTERNAL.

We pray,
Savoring sweet the teethed lies,

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