It does not matter
Whether you acted as a
Cook or a paint remover,
Whether a streetcar conductor
Or night club dancer,
Or an ill fame house mother
Or even a sex worker,
All these matters little to me,
Maya Angelou, I am concerned
With your poems, with your
Ideas and with your view points,
Your rising, your pulse
Of the morning and I love only
Your caged bird singing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) lovely poem.... No matter what one does... the only thing that matter is how good that person is from her heart...