Maya Angelou Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

A voice like rivers,
carving through stone,
unyielding,
soft,
eternal.

She rose,
not once,
but endlessly,
from ashes, from chains,
from silence.

Words were her wings,
lifting nations,
binding wounds,
shaking the earth awake.

She spoke of caged birds
and we listened,
we saw.
See sang of freedom,
and we dreamed.

Her life,
a testament,
that courage is quiet,
that truth is fire,
that we are more
than the weight
we carry.