Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou Poems

1. Harlem Hopscotch 3/9/2016
2. Ain't That Bad? 3/9/2016
3. Song for the Old Ones 3/9/2016
4. Preacher, Don't Send Me 3/9/2016
5. Glory Falls 3/9/2016
6. The Traveller 3/9/2016
7. The Week of Diana 3/9/2016
8. Pickin Em Up and Layin Em Down 3/9/2016
9. Son to Mother 3/9/2016
10. Televised 3/9/2016
11. The Black Family Pledge 3/9/2016
12. In All Ways A Woman 3/9/2016
13. Savior 3/9/2016
14. Recovery 3/9/2016
15. Our Grandmothers 7/14/2015
16. I know why the caged bird sings 3/9/2016
17. The Rock Cries Out to Us Today 2/8/2016
18. On Aging 5/14/2015
19. When I Think About Myself 9/15/2015
20. The Health-Food Diner 12/16/2014
21. These Yet To Be United States 1/17/2015
22. When Great Trees Fall 2/15/2016
23. Life Doesn't Frighten Me 8/6/2015
24. Old Folks Laugh 2/10/2015
25. Human Family 12/4/2014
26. We Had Him 1/13/2014
27. California Prodigal 1/23/2012
28. The Mothering Blackness 1/23/2012
29. Equality 1/3/2015
30. Kin 1/23/2012
31. A Plagued Journey 1/23/2012
32. Awaking In New York 1/23/2012
33. A Brave And Startling Truth 1/23/2012
34. On The Pulse Of Morning 1/3/2003
35. Momma Welfare Roll 1/3/2003
36. When You Come 1/3/2003
37. Weekend Glory 1/3/2003
38. Remembrance 1/3/2003
39. Insomniac 1/3/2003
40. Million Man March Poem 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my ...

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Touched By An Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies

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