Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

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    Every kid would want to be like her. I love this piece for it's well written and well designed.

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  • S M (9/7/2018 11:31:00 AM)

    what a nice poet isnt it. makes me exciting

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  • Faby Wayne (8/8/2018 7:59:00 PM)

    You may write me down in history

    With your bitter, twisted lies,

    You may tread me in the very dirt

    But still, like dust, I'll rise.

  • little nicky of Dulwich (7/19/2018 7:33:00 AM)

    WOW “STILL I RISE“ WOW POWERFUL AND DEEP

  • Danyell J. Bernier (7/17/2018 9:55:00 AM)

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I'll rise....................
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    I was so dead I wondered at no thing, -
    Not even that the angels slowly turned
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  • zyreona (7/14/2018 1:28:00 PM)

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  • NancyEEdelman (7/14/2018 1:27:00 AM)

    Maya Angelou (b.1928) , U.S. author. interview broadcast, Nov.21,1973. A Conversation with Maya Angelou, Conversations with Maya Angelou (1989) . see more.....www.kingstar5.com

Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? ...

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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.

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