Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

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.

My praises were on all men's lips,
they liked my smile, my wit, my hips,
they'd spend one night, or two or three.
But...

Submitted: Saturday, June 18, 2005

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  • Patricia Grantham (10/4/2013 2:14:00 PM)

    Enjoyed this witty but very truthful write. Sooner or later
    amongst all the fine words and compliments ultimately
    home is where the heart is. Very inspiring. (Report) Reply

  • Freewill Amon (12/13/2012 1:41:00 AM)

    Yeah! .. I'm one of those avid admirers that hate to break hearts and have a one night stand just because I saw something that pleased my heart. To all the cute and sexy ladies out there, I wanna say, Yes I did! .. (Report) Reply

  • Kacie Sherman (10/9/2012 6:55:00 PM)

    i love this poem i feel like with all her poetry she is just able to extend herself to you (Report) Reply

  • Vyktor Ekott (2/19/2011 10:17:00 PM)

    fabulous. In your poems, i see a woman who's got heaps of confidence stored up in her. They always go home, amidst the praises and all. Nice one (Report) Reply

  • Rinki Nandy (2/5/2010 3:08:00 AM)

    they went home.....thhis is commen everywhere now, men spending few days with you, admiring you, loving you and faking you at last leaving you. (Report) Reply

  • Seema Joglekar (8/17/2009 4:16:00 AM)

    Subtle-evokes me to pen this;
    Amazons were born freaks of nature,
    A centre found beyond the point of curvature,
    hence they adorn the portals of abysmal heaven
    Left on the pedestal, crushed, moulded, cursed as divine (Report) Reply

  • Rehana Nazli (8/13/2009 4:53:00 AM)

    The power of a strong woman scares the weaker men. Your poem brings forth the reality of those men who face such dilema due to whatever reasons. A lovely heartfelt poem, Maya.

    Rehana NAZLI
    London,13th August,2009 (Report) Reply

  • Jia Kho (8/1/2009 6:31:00 AM)

    reminds me of one greek myth... though i forgot which one. it's about a beautiful woman, who was always adored by men, envied by women, but even with such stunning looks, men just smiles, pauses then admires her, then continues on their journey once more. or in your words... 'they went home'.

    it seemed that no one thought good enough of themselves to be worthy of such beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Funmi Anonymous (6/5/2009 8:23:00 AM)

    The question the naive girl asks herself everynight upon ignorance. True and educative, if it doesn't look right, seem right, or feel right, it probably isn't right..Thanks Maya (Report) Reply

  • D Understanding Clements (1/23/2009 12:53:00 AM)

    This a true poe, this poem relates to the (other woman): men will tell u your the best of the best but they will never leave home. They will want u 4 the physical aspect and tell you everything u want to hear yet and still like Maya Angelou says yet they go home. (Report) Reply

  • Nicollette Scott (7/30/2007 7:44:00 PM)

    I love Maya Angelou's Poems! ..I am A Fifteen Year Old Young African American Female Of Whom Finds Ms Maya Angelou's poems AMAZING because her poems actually make me think! At times I find myslef actually re-reading her poems over and over just to fine the messages and meaning of her words MS. MAYA ANGELOU YOU..Inspire Me! (Report) Reply

  • Sharico Young (5/13/2007 3:56:00 PM)

    This a short, sweet, and true piece Ms. Angelou. Women face this same occurance when deal with not only African-American men but men among any caliber. They give you praise and tell you how great you are but neither of them are ready to run with you afar. (Report) Reply

  • Laquisha Baker (9/2/2006 1:58:00 PM)

    Hi Ms.Angelou I'm am a african american who go's to a low income school in Charlotte, NC and I'm 13 in the 8th grade but your poems are really deep they touch my spirit and rises my knowledge of life and that's wonderful you are a good poet thank you for opening my eye's. LaQuisha Baker (Report) Reply

  • Kayise Maphalala (8/18/2006 3:17:00 AM)

    This is such a beautiful piece. It really makes you think long and hard, about the men that sing your praises but do not stick around for reasons you will never know. It reminds me of a past relationship. Very well said, Ms Angelou. (Report) Reply

  • Dominique Atkins (8/3/2006 7:44:00 PM)

    That poem reminds me of me. Some of your poems I really love because I can relate to them, but this one takes the cake. It's a wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Nomfundo Phakathi (1/25/2006 4:21:00 AM)

    all i can say is wow. so sad yet so true, i found this very touching. made me think of all the men who tell you sweet things, and hold your heart in the palm of their hands with their charm, and yet.....'They Went Home' (Report) Reply

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