Men Poem by Maya Angelou

Men

Rating: 3.9


When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pauses,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,
Men.

One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears,
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.

Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
Knowing something.
Going someplace.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.

Maybe.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
E. S. 02 July 2013

who are you people to say this is good? ? bad!

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Dahlia Fujiwara 19 July 2012

It's a beautiful poem but sad that it's about when she was raped when she was 8 years old. It's amazing how the most beautiful and soulful people have their talent born of sorrowful circumstances

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Ger O Neill 08 June 2014

dont like this at all, too explicit

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Tori : )) 10 April 2022

shut the up

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Carapox23 26 September 2022

You try writing about an experience this traumatic and make it less explicit at least she didnt go out and say 'the girl was raped, the girl is me' shut up

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K.P. 03 August 2022

This poem is beautiful and if others cannot see the raw feelings being exposed then they do nit understand. Not only the feelings of the poet but rather the deeper meaning behind it too. This is life, face is in words, only then you will be able face and understand it in the real world.

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Paul Myer 08 July 2022

If one has nothing good to say, then one is beat say nothing at all.

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Sachidananda Panda 16 January 2022

I would not appreciate the content there is a tinge of bias I feel... by the way, what made you to look at men? Men are always Going somewhere. They knew I was there. Fifteen Years old and starving for them. Under my window, they would pauses, Their shoulders high like the Breasts of a young girl,

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Dr Antony Theodore 08 December 2020

Wino men, old men. Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always Going somewhere. a very fine poem. tony

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Dr Antony Theodore 12 October 2020

One day they hold you in the Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you Were the last raw egg in the world. poetic images. tony

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