Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou
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(born Marguerite Ann Johnson on April 4, 1928) was an American author and poet who has been called "America's most visible black female autobiographer" by scholar Joanne M. Braxton. She is best known for her series of six autobiographical volumes, which focus on her childhood and early adult experiences. The first and most highly acclaimed, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), tells of her first seventeen years. It brought her international recognition, and was nominated for a National Book Award. She has been awarded over 30 honorary degrees and was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for her 1971 volume of poetry, Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water 'Fore I Diiie.

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  • ''There is a kind of strength that is almost frightening in black women. It's as if a steel rod runs right through the head down to the feet.''
    Maya Angelou (b. 1928), U.S. author. interview broadcast, Nov. 21, 1973. "A Conversation with Maya Angelou," Conversations with Maya Angelou (1989).
  • ...there is a difference between being convinced and being stubborn. I'm not certain what the difference is, but I do know that if you butt your head against a stone wall long enough, at some point yo...
    Maya Angelou (b. 1928), U.S. author and performer. As quoted in Reel Women, part 4, by Ally Acker (1991). Said in 1979, on giving up her attempt t...
  • ''...talent is like electricity. We don't understand electricity. We use it.''
    Maya Angelou (b. 1928), U.S. author and performer. Black Women Writers at Work, ch. 1, by Claudia Tate (1983).
  • ''I thought if war did not include killing, I'd like to see one every year.''
    Maya Angelou (b. 1928), African American author and performer. Gather Together in My Name, ch. 1 (1974). On the sense of "festival" in the San Fra...
  • ''Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.''
    Maya Angelou (b. 1928), U.S. author. Gather Together in My Name, vol. 2, ch. 6 (1974).
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  • Rookie - 28 Points Deepankar Chakraborty (5/24/2015 12:50:00 AM)

    Reading about her first.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,045 Points p.a. noushad (5/20/2015 5:52:00 PM)

    maya, beautiful verses.

  • Rookie marilyn tharp (5/19/2015 10:23:00 PM)

    I like this to

  • Gold Star - 10,358 Points Lyn Paul (5/16/2015 9:08:00 AM)

    Why with such a fabulous powerful, beautiful if we have to say Coloured Woman. Born in 1928 and now deceased. Why on Gods earth is there so much racism, particularly in America. Even with President Obama and so many famous coloured musicians who we groove to each and every day.
    Racism will never change until law and government do something about it. Maya's words will certainly live on.
    Racism, there is no room for it in society. We are one! ! ! !

  • Rookie - 0 Points Boutheina Natasha (5/12/2015 7:36:00 AM)

    I love this Poet...she wrote a wonderful Poems

  • Rookie - 160 Points Jessica Delgado (5/11/2015 2:27:00 PM)

    I love this poet. She is deep-center and amazing woman that caught my eye and what strong poems she wrote.: D

  • Veteran Poet - 1,045 Points p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 12:55:00 PM)

    Dear, I like your meaningful verses.

  • Rookie - 34 Points Nicola Beckett (4/5/2015 2:13:00 PM)

    love this

  • Rookie monika pati (4/5/2015 12:48:00 PM)

    Phenomenal poem

  • Rookie - 198 Points Lakshmi S Bose (3/26/2015 4:38:00 AM)

    nice quote... amazing

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Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? ...

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