Maya Angelou: Angel That Sings Poem by Babatunde Aremu

Out of the peasant stock
Without silver spoon nor jewel
Under intense winter cold
Deep down in the ghetto
A child is born
She is just one of those slave kids

Before long this little angel
Begin to mutter some words
It looks meaningless at first
But she continued to mutter her lines
Her resolve will not make her keep quiet
Until she is listened to by the world

Her indomitable spirit remain unbowed
By dint of hard work, self-denial, patience
Hope, doggedness, she dared the odds
Stroking her nibble pen on pages of papers
Like a fountain of waters
Wisdom exudes from her write ceaselessly

Her lines begin to mesmerize kings
Nobles' mouths are agape at her recitations
She becomes a darling of queens
By her wonderful art
Her name is mentioned at banquets
Every woman wants to be like her
Because she is now a 'phenomenal woman'

Now, keep on singing Angelou,
Age cannot deter you from singing
Death cannot prevent your recitations
You just must sing those sonnets.
She must continue singing with angels
Heaven cannot afford not to listen to Angelou
Maya is an angel that sings for ever
So, sing on mama, sing on till eternity
Your lines endures for ever
You are still singing, Maya