Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou Poems

1. Harlem Hopscotch 3/9/2016
2. The Black Family Pledge 3/9/2016
3. Pickin Em Up and Layin Em Down 3/9/2016
4. Song for the Old Ones 3/9/2016
5. The Week of Diana 3/9/2016
6. Glory Falls 3/9/2016
7. In All Ways A Woman 3/9/2016
8. The Rock Cries Out to Us Today 2/8/2016
9. Son to Mother 3/9/2016
10. Preacher, Don't Send Me 3/9/2016
11. The Traveller 3/9/2016
12. Our Grandmothers 7/14/2015
13. Recovery 3/9/2016
14. Ain't That Bad? 3/9/2016
15. On Aging 5/14/2015
16. When I Think About Myself 9/15/2015
17. These Yet To Be United States 1/17/2015
18. The Health-Food Diner 12/16/2014
19. I know why the caged bird sings 3/9/2016
20. Savior 3/9/2016
21. Televised 3/9/2016
22. Old Folks Laugh 2/10/2015
23. When Great Trees Fall 2/15/2016
24. Life Doesn't Frighten Me 8/6/2015
25. California Prodigal 1/23/2012
26. The Mothering Blackness 1/23/2012
27. Human Family 12/4/2014
28. We Had Him 1/13/2014
29. Kin 1/23/2012
30. Equality 1/3/2015
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. Momma Welfare Roll 1/3/2003
35. On The Pulse Of Morning 1/3/2003
36. Weekend Glory 1/3/2003
37. When You Come 1/3/2003
38. Remembrance 1/3/2003
39. The Detached 6/18/2005
40. Insomniac 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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The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

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