Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Harambe (3/19/2018 7:13:00 AM)

    My country lass, come to heaven my good lady, I love my people and the world, the poems you preach speak to my sole of my shoe.69 lol haha xd my dudies

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  • abiral bhardwaj (3/14/2018 7:22:00 PM)

    touching and inspiring poems. Whenever I am sad I find these poems removing sadness and energizing.

  • Ronald (3/14/2018 1:57:00 PM)

    Wow Maya Angelou an amazing writer and yall being rude come on this is like one of the best poets

  • jordanhalaifonua (3/11/2018 7:28:00 PM)

    so sweet for the p


  • Kenedi Langford (3/7/2018 8:27:00 AM)

    I do not see why you guys are being rude about this women who fought for your freedom and you are making rude
    things about her poems. I guess your parents did not show you manners huh. Well I did not like some of you comments and these people are: MAdson, Zukini zkabrusco, and Ronald mcdonald.

  • MAdson (3/2/2018 5:58:00 PM)

    These are tooo long for a poem

  • Baybdoll (3/1/2018 6:35:00 PM)

    Amazing job i am like so

  • Zukini zkabrusco (2/28/2018 10:57:00 AM)

    This women just kdedoekddjiedij at writing poems

  • ronald mcdonald (2/27/2018 10:00:00 AM)

    (͡◉ ͜ʖ ͡◉) (͡◉ ͜ʖ ͡◉) (͡◉ ͜ʖ ͡◉) ᕕ(ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ) ᕗ ᕕ(ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ) ᕗ ━╤デ╦︻(▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)

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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The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

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