Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Comments about Maya Angelou

  • Rookie - 28 Points Deepankar Chakraborty (5/24/2015 12:50:00 AM)

    Reading about her first.

    3 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
  • 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

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? ...

Read the full of Still I Rise

They Went Home

They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.

They said my house was licking clean,
no word I spoke was ever mean,
I had an air of mystery,
But... They went home.

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