Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

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  • Jesking Amu Jesking Amu (11/27/2017 10:40:00 AM)

    this woman writes with strength and excitement. she seems to enjoy the aggression in her written tone, and i enjoy every bit of every thing she pens down.

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  • Pam polk (11/25/2017 9:39:00 PM)

    trying to find a poem by maya angelou When I was young. Can someone help

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  • Kshirod (11/23/2017 4:58:00 PM)

    i like it.such a great poem.thanks for sharing in this beautiful poem.10++++

  • Kshirod Kumar Dehury Kshirod Kumar Dehury (11/23/2017 5:31:00 AM)

    I love it. thanks for sharing.10++++

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  • sindi (11/9/2017 8:42:00 AM)

    outstanding poems nice

  • Seema Sharma Rimi Seema Sharma Rimi (10/9/2017 9:11:00 AM)

    My sweet reverence Maya for being a woman and a poet as well.

  • Sabita Sahoo Sabita Sahoo (9/6/2017 1:28:00 PM)

    I love you Maya, the greatest ever poetess to be born in Earth.
    Thanks for being a woman.

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
Phenomenally.
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
Children.
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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