Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
Poems by Maya Angelou : 33 / 53
Son to Mother - Poem by Maya Angelou
I start no
wars, raining poison
on cathedrals,
melting Stars of David
into golden faucets
to be lighted by lamps
shaded by human skin.
I set no
store on the strange lands,
send no
missionaries beyond my
borders,
to plunder secrets
and barter souls.
They
say you took my manhood,
Momma.
Come sit on my lap
and tell me,
what do you want me to say
to them, just
before I annihilate
their ignorance ?
Poems by Maya Angelou : 33 / 53
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 9, 2016
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This poem is by far my fav poem becuase it gets me really comfortable and its lovely (Report) Reply
LOVE IT! ! SOOOOOO GOOD (Report) Reply
I like the last line. DESTROY THOSE BOYS! ! ! ! : ]) (Report) Reply
Hi I like turtles and trains (Report) Reply
They
say you took my manhood,
Momma.
Come sit on my lap
and tell me,
what do you want me to say
to them, just
before I annihilate
their ignorance?
Lovely poem shared. (Report) Reply
This poem tells me that religions are nothing but poison to the society they are exposed to. (Report) Reply
YES YOU ARE WRONG I SEE SOMETHING ELSE IN IT
U r wrong hahahahha
interesting
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Son to Mother - Poem by Maya Angelou
I start no
wars, raining poison
on cathedrals,
melting Stars of David
into golden faucets
to be lighted by lamps
shaded by human skin.
I set no
store on the strange lands,
send no
missionaries beyond my
borders,
to plunder secrets
and barter souls.
They
say you took my manhood,
Momma.
Come sit on my lap
and tell me,
what do you want me to say
to them, just
before I annihilate
their ignorance? (Report) Reply