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Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

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  • Richard Benton (7/22/2013 7:41:00 PM)

    I'm just glad to see that this assinine ranking has not gone unchallenged.

    116 person liked.
    43 person did not like.
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  • Itai Oscar (6/16/2013 11:14:00 AM)

    Great work! A poetry runs in her blood...

  • Paulet Kuku (6/9/2013 12:29:00 PM)

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  • Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 1:37:00 AM)

    Have a look at my poems... and rate them... i am sure you will like them.... :)

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  • Barack Obama (5/14/2013 7:27:00 AM)

    ay mayas ma nigga forreal

  • James Meurant (4/23/2013 4:25:00 AM)

    When I see Maya Angelou's poetry (to dare call it such) I feel like clawing my eyes out.

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  • Biswajit Basu (3/2/2013 5:14:00 AM)

    Why must we compare? Maya is a poet...period. She is black...period. She is a woman...period. These are all incidental attibutes. What has it got to do with her poetry which, I am sure, was never written in a spirit of competition with other poets. She is good and that is it. Let's just accept that and forget the rating of #1.

Million Man March Poem

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.

Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.

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