Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Liying Fu (3/22/2017 9:41:00 PM)

    One should care about her sprituality than her physical appearance, just like Michelle Obama.

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  • Liying Fu (3/22/2017 9:37:00 PM)

    It/s about a woman's confidence.

  • Lisa Miller (3/14/2017 11:42:00 PM)


  • Uwimana Meshack Uwimana Meshack (3/14/2017 4:38:00 PM)

    Good poet, best one.
    Beauteous poems
    All my respects

  • Andrea Mitchell (11/30/2016 1:30:00 PM)

    You demean a great poet by identifying her as a great African-American woman. I didn't even realize Maya Angelou was African-American until I was 18. Why do we have to note that she is an African-American woman? Edgar Allen Poe is not identified as being a great White male poet. Edgar Allen Poe is simply a great poet. So why can't we simply say Maya Angelou was a great poet? Because that's all I see.

  • Calvin Phil (8/28/2016 12:49:00 PM)

    she is really a good poet and she has done good work. i'm a poet here and this is my blog http: //

  • Bartholomew Dele (8/23/2016 8:26:00 AM)

    a beautiful and wonderful piece. Keep it up.

  • Arti Patel (7/6/2016 9:43:00 AM)

    Best poem that i ever read for a woman

  • Sophie Woo (6/3/2016 11:27:00 PM)

    A truly phenomenal woman.

  • justus omuruli (5/24/2016 11:07:00 AM)

    I appreciate acknowledge your poetry work. Your a star in this field. Keep on. Love your art.

Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my ...

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Million Man March Poem

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.

Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.

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