Maia Mayor

Maia Mayor Poems

When I am old, my bones will make music with every crack,
creating rhythms throughout my spinal cord and back
that tell fractured stories of where I've been.
All 206 of them are shells that breathe life into the living,
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Is there something wrong with you?
A loose screw or two that ruined your ability to function?
Why are you always so tired?
Your life is uninspired and small; all you do is sprawl on the couch
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♫ I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night...♫
….and it was really weird.
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The exchange of words is repetitive.
Thrown back and forth in a never ending game of tag
we've been playing for years.
Balancing english and broken spanish on the tip of the tongue,
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When I was little
I used to rip the wings off of butterflies so they would never leave me.
Crippled their beauty so they knew the hurt of being lonely.
And while the rest of the world flew by,
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Maia Mayor Biography

Maia is a genius writer and performer. As a Get Lit Player and Literati Fellow she has performed for thousands of youth all over the country. Her poems are viral sensations on line, and her chapter in the Award winning Get Lit Rising, is the most requested for interviews and live performances. She has lectured at the ALAN Convention and was chosen as a panelist/performer in the upcoming NCTE conference where she will be speaking and performing for over 1,000 English teachers across the country. Maia speaks about the pressures of coming from an immigrant family, dealing with depression, and finding one's own identity and voice and salvation through poetry and spoken word. She has been featured on the TK Jakes Show, CNN, Huffington Post, and more.)

The Best Poem Of Maia Mayor

What The Bones Know

When I am old, my bones will make music with every crack,
creating rhythms throughout my spinal cord and back
that tell fractured stories of where I've been.
All 206 of them are shells that breathe life into the living,
so I will smile on the days that I've worn them thin
knowing the end of my youth was only the beginning.
Broken and repaired, bones grow with experience
wrapping around broken hearts like the protective arms of a mother,
they comfort me.
even as they'll one day wither into nothing but gray ash,
even as they decay and
deteriorate at the speed of my brain when I am old
I know that they will hold me up.
And if time does not heal all wounds,
I know that if I'm lucky enough to reach my grandmother's age,
the aches and the pains will cease to matter.
When I am old, my bones will grow stories that structure life by the chapter
chasing immortality like dreams ‘cause we are always getting closer to the end.

So I will not spend my time staring at the slow movements
of the hands of a clock.
I will not live my life delicately,
two hands placed gently on my lap
while my body waits for my bones to rot
because life will not wait for you.
There is no pausing until you are ready.
There is only the steady growth of responsibility to carry your weight in this world.
So I will use all 206 elements of a support system
to remind myself I am able.
When I am old, my bones will build monuments made of ivory.
They'll tower over skyscrapers to show them how it's done
when the power of one man's persistence
reaches so high it could block out the sun.
Because what the bones know
is that their work is never done.
They wear our bodies like marble chains to teach us not to run
when time strips us of vitality-
erasing youth in uniform progression
like every strand for every second
every pigment for every minute
until we fade into transparency.
But underneath that paper-thin skin lie maps disguised as veins,
documented battle scars and sprains where memories left permanent marks.

And I can only hope that someday I'll wear my heart on my sleeve
to show you where I broke.
Show you how I woke up one day to learn the growing pains never stop.
Our bones will always throb because their job is to remind us
that we live until we drop.
We grow until we rot.
So wear these bones like armor
and take them farther into battle than you ever thought you could.

Maia Mayor Comments

Maiah 13 December 2017

Your poem describes my life

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Becky 03 May 2018

i love all Maia's poems, there beautiful.

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Saju Malayil 05 January 2018

How to know something about the biography of Maia mayor

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Hunar Miglani 07 April 2020

May i use this for an online live event held by the junction?

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Kimberly hill 20 January 2019

I love Maia I think she's very good performer

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maria miller 19 November 2018

may i use this for my speech and debate class?

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Maia Mayor 13 November 2018

thatks, i was moved myself listening to my mom.

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jaleelamayur 16 October 2018

Pls provide a few sentences about yourself and your poem, perfect.

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