The Revolution She Was... - Poem by Aashisha Chakraborty
Dedicated to Maya Angelou, the phenomenal woman, on her birthday
The birth of a thought,
The dawn of an era,
The lines of a woman,
A phenomenal woman.
Freeing a caged bird
From the clutches of prejudice,
Defining love and loss
On her own terms
A life so glorious
As to move the dumbest stone to soul-stirring speech,
Ideas so powerful
As to change a flickering flame of light
To roaring fires of creation,
Stark simplicity dripping with wisdom
Denser than the densest metal
Wielding the pen with finesse and feeling,
She stands tall in the hearts of people,
The halls of power,
The gardens of love...
Revolution she was,
Inspiration she is.
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