Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Men - Poem by Maya Angelou

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pauses,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,

One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears,
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.

Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
Knowing something.
Going someplace.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.


Comments about Men by Maya Angelou

  • Silver Star - 4,191 Points Curtis Johnson (11/9/2015 3:03:00 AM)

    The search for 'men' is a complicated one. Indeed the men we treasure are like all others natural treasures. They are not easily found. Sometimes we suffer hardship and deprivation to obtain them. Maya's poem teaches us the wisdom of the search, and that sometimes standing and watching must be the standard. Maybe. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 13,865 Points Susan Williams (10/16/2015 7:06:00 PM)

    the power of an intelligent woman telling a story that cannot be forgotten, that will haunt the intelligent reader for the rest of his life (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,928 Points * Sunprincess * (9/25/2015 8:06:00 AM)

    ........nicely penned...and a tough theme ★ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ebenezer Akyereko (7/23/2015 1:43:00 AM)

    Add a comment Such a nyc poem from a poetess from a different planet (^.^)....luv u Mammy Maya (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,776 Points Naida Nepascua Supnet (5/18/2015 5:46:00 AM)

    As always she is a master story-teller
    She shuts her mouth never
    Revealing reality
    Without pity without mercy

    That makes her Maya Angelou (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,509 Points G. Akanji Olaniyi (10/13/2014 8:19:00 AM)

    very revealing and moving, too. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 216 Points Vivian Muciri (10/9/2014 3:01:00 AM)

    Loved it....The emotions were well captured (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,244 Points Primrose Tee (7/2/2014 1:04:00 PM)

    Ummmmm l like this one too.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ger O Neill (6/8/2014 2:41:00 PM)

    dont like this at all, too explicit (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 5:08:00 PM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out  (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,332 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/17/2014 9:41:00 AM)

    A poem of different subject of violence and its resultant emotions beautifully created in the poem it is good. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 38 Points Cambridge Keenan (11/21/2013 10:53:00 PM)

    Brilliant Poem, this evokes so many feelings. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 877 Points marvin brato (10/28/2013 9:22:00 AM)

    Well, this reality...both men and women are meant for each other.....complimenting in all ways through life culminate in sex! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie E. S. (7/2/2013 1:45:00 PM)

    who are you people to say this is good? ? bad! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Zoe Brookins (7/1/2013)

    slut. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,740 Points Patricia Grantham (6/17/2013 8:44:00 PM)

    A very passionate write. Constantly looking and desiring
    the male gender. When fantasies are bought to life the
    object of devotion soon becomes something to back
    away from. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ryan Clark (3/3/2013 7:20:00 PM)

    Talkin Bout Sex! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Daniel Mcdowell (1/30/2013 8:40:00 PM)

    Great poem yet very shocking. I didn't want it to be about rape, but it is a very good poem about that.

    Also, I figured out why the verification code doesn't work at times. You need to ensure that the cursor is not still inside the text box. Click outside the text box and then click submit and it will work. Please spread this and thump it up as I know this annoys many people including myself. I hope this helps. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 151 Points Ruby Honeytip (11/2/2012 9:53:00 AM)

    This poem is deep and unsettling.....words to invoke feelings. Brilliant! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 15 Points Madhavan Edasseri (9/10/2012 10:34:00 AM)

    Maya Angelou's tryst with reality is gripping and triggers strong flow of empathy from readers... Good reading even in this century! It is interesting how girlhood's pain finds universal appeal; Kamala Das in her Introduction portrays her disillusionment after her first lusty love. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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