Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Men - Poem by Maya Angelou


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,

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.


Comments about Men by Maya Angelou

  • Rose Kanana (12/21/2016 3:33:00 AM)

    I like the use of euphemism in this poem. A very deep theme created that is thoughts evoking. Maya does it so well and she remains the best of best. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/17/2016 7:54:00 AM)

    Raw and fashinating, as life it is. Wonderful expression of truth (Report) Reply

  • (11/9/2015 3:03:00 AM)

    The search for 'men' is a complicated one. Indeed the men we treasure are like all others natural treasures. They are not easily found. Sometimes we suffer hardship and deprivation to obtain them. Maya's poem teaches us the wisdom of the search, and that sometimes standing and watching must be the standard. Maybe. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (10/16/2015 7:06:00 PM)

    the power of an intelligent woman telling a story that cannot be forgotten, that will haunt the intelligent reader for the rest of his life (Report) Reply

  • (9/25/2015 8:06:00 AM)

    ........nicely penned...and a tough theme ★ (Report) Reply

  • (7/23/2015 1:43:00 AM)

    Add a comment Such a nyc poem from a poetess from a different planet (^.^)....luv u Mammy Maya (Report) Reply

  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (5/18/2015 5:46:00 AM)

    As always she is a master story-teller
    She shuts her mouth never
    Revealing reality
    Without pity without mercy

    That makes her Maya Angelou
    (Report) Reply

  • G. Akanji Olaniyi (10/13/2014 8:19:00 AM)

    very revealing and moving, too. (Report) Reply

  • Vivian Muciri (10/9/2014 3:01:00 AM)

    Loved it....The emotions were well captured (Report) Reply

  • Primrose Tee (7/2/2014 1:04:00 PM)

    Ummmmm l like this one too.. (Report) Reply

  • (6/8/2014 2:41:00 PM)

    dont like this at all, too explicit (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 5:08:00 PM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out  (Report) Reply

  • (4/17/2014 9:41:00 AM)

    A poem of different subject of violence and its resultant emotions beautifully created in the poem it is good. (Report) Reply

  • (11/21/2013 10:53:00 PM)

    Brilliant Poem, this evokes so many feelings. (Report) Reply

  • (10/28/2013 9:22:00 AM)

    Well, this reality...both men and women are meant for each other.....complimenting in all ways through life culminate in sex! (Report) Reply

  • (7/2/2013 1:45:00 PM)

    who are you people to say this is good? ? bad! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (6/17/2013 8:44:00 PM)

    A very passionate write. Constantly looking and desiring
    the male gender. When fantasies are bought to life the
    object of devotion soon becomes something to back
    away from.
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  • (3/3/2013 7:20:00 PM)

    Talkin Bout Sex! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (1/30/2013 8:40:00 PM)

    Great poem yet very shocking. I didn't want it to be about rape, but it is a very good poem about that.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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