Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou Poems

41. Remembrance 1/3/2003
42. They Went Home 6/18/2005
43. A Conceit 1/3/2003
44. Passing Time 1/3/2003
45. Refusal 1/3/2003
46. The Lesson 1/3/2003
47. Men 1/3/2003
48. Woman Work 1/3/2003
49. Touched By An Angel 1/3/2003
50. Alone 1/3/2003
51. Caged Bird 1/3/2003
52. Still I Rise 1/3/2003
53. Phenomenal Woman 1/3/2003

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    Genius in her thoughts

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  • 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.

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  • Aditi (4/17/2018 12:37:00 PM)

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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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