Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • anonamous (5/7/2018 7:11:00 PM)

    she wrights poems so nicely

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  • Kayla (5/7/2018 9:57:00 AM)

    Maya Angelou is the the best poetry writer she has amazing poem ever! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I LOVE MAYA ANGELOU SO MUCH AND HER POEMS

  • David (5/5/2018 9:18:00 AM)

    Open now,,..,,,.,,..........

  • samuel (5/1/2018 11:12:00 AM)

    meep myay and sam crocker school it was K.O.gotK.O.

  • Jcsonjenuis (4/27/2018 3:25:00 AM)

    Genius in her thoughts

  • WHy do you CarwE (4/26/2018 11:49:00 AM)

    Shellshockers is better this is trash holy moly kanoly

  • bre_witha E (4/25/2018 10:20:00 AM)

    This woman is great i dont know what people would do with out her shes been threw so much her days and years on earth may she rest in peace.

  • leilani faoliu (4/24/2018 1:36:00 PM)

    thanks for your support and good evidence for people of all ages. great page for poems love how you have all of the poems here. will recommened to family and friends

  • anonymous (4/20/2018 6:04:00 PM)

    Your poems are so great! ! ! ! I absolutely love them and they totally describe me.

  • lauren (4/20/2018 9:12:00 AM)

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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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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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