Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou Poems

41. The Mothering Blackness 1/23/2012
42. The Rock Cries Out to Us Today 2/8/2016
43. The Traveller 3/9/2016
44. The Week of Diana 3/9/2016
45. These Yet To Be United States 1/17/2015
46. They Went Home 6/18/2005
47. Touched By An Angel 1/3/2003
48. We Had Him 1/13/2014
49. Weekend Glory 1/3/2003
50. When Great Trees Fall 2/15/2016
51. When I Think About Myself 9/15/2015
52. When You Come 1/3/2003
53. Woman Work 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? ...

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They Went Home

They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.

They said my house was licking clean,
no word I spoke was ever mean,
I had an air of mystery,
But... They went home.

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