mayaangelou
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A friend once told me that we don't die, we're just simply at rest, like a music
notation and the energy never dies.
I still feel like this was yesterday, though it's been sometime now since we part ways.
I do not care for violence
Yes, you heard me right
But if you hurt a friend of mine
Then get ready for a fight
I was raised on stones and firewood
With hot coals beneath my feet
Can I ask why are you staring?
Could it be perhaps my size?
Or is it cause I’ve got these planets swirling in my eyes?
I keep on spiraling again.
Veins palpitate, aching like the
Desire of an obsessive
Heartbeat.
Perpetuations of the future abyss,
Ceaseless paths and choices do so
Remind me of
If you write out her history, you can see the relentless woman she became to be. She was builded from the bitterness, jealousy, and the twisted lies of her enemies. Rebuked and reproved, still soaring for her destiny.
Poetry changed my life,
Poetry set me free and let me fly,
Poetry taught me to love myself and never cry,
Poetry has forever changed my life.
Without poetry I would be caged,
With words, I
spoke everything out of nothing,
whispered life into the world,
named the spark that brought forth fire,
read art from dreams long gone,
yelled friendship from the abyss,
The words you spit are what keeps her down
but little do you know that she will rise.
The whips that hit and beat her down are what
creates that ramant fire that will still rise.
She flies too high, sings the cages bird
Her wings are too wide
There is no fear in her eyes
She flies too high, sings the cages bird
Her wings are too wide
There is no fear in her eyes
A life time of ignorance,
discrimination whispered into the billowing breeze,
my articulation better than those of 'my kind',
the prejudice that is passed from generation to generation,
Poetry to me? Hmm, lemme see
I’ve heard of Angelou, Poe, and Abani
But something strikes a cord
with a pen and bamboo tree
Transformed to ink and paper
They say that those with the the strongest flames burn out this day in age,
sweet sounds, once echoes from within, can no longer seek to engage
when the force of essence cannot work its way and the peel’s appeal is revoked,
They say that those with the the strongest flames burn out this day in age,
sweet sounds, once echoes from within, can no longer seek to engage
when the force of essence cannot work its way and the peel’s appeal is revoked,
rise, still, from the
left-hand corners of my papers;
black letters;
better to read poetry in fifth grade history, shouting;
I
was named after a poet—
heroic: note this, notice
Speak
Let it be known
Open your mouth
Before its all gone
The time is here
Pucker up and kiss oppertunity
And hold back nothing
Using words of nudity
Screw what they think
Maya Angelou was a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal women?
Maya and me
Maya and me?
Dear Queen,
How is Paradise?
I bet it’s beyond nice,
….especially for you.
I mean, you worked very hard here on Earth.
You cared…..a lot,
You are loved,
and always will be loved.
....
They don't say nothing
So I say nothing even matters too
To just look and stare
Because theirs leaders too
The exact same subtle following
To achieve its purpose
Evenhanded enhancement
I am in a society that judges my skin. When I was growing up, people didn't believe in me or what I could do. I was hurt by a cruel man and he took my innocence. But I showed everyone when Why the Caged Bird Sings was published.
If you do not feel anything
When your fingers touch a keyboard
You are not a poet
If there is not the slightest rhythm
From the syllables stampeding
In a Socratic circle
Pretty bird in a cage
trapped inside yourself
escape your imprisonment.
For you're overwhelmed
by something larger than you,
larger than life.
You cry at night
dreaming of freedom —
I’m not just black
I am extraordinary
Not your ordinary species that make up man-kind
But specially hand-crafted by the Creator,
A pure manifestation of his brilliant mind
Why do they stare a me like I'm so different?
Is it because my skin color is the color of warm hot chocolate mom would make for me and my siblings on a cold morning
We dress up and make-up to impress on a daily basis
With mascara and tear stains on our faces we still smile
Because we know we are the strength that keeps you warm
We’ve been through it all, the rise and the falls….
We've got the world in our open hands.
With just a tap of finger, we've accessed the Web.
This dimensional universe of knowledge
that contains the world.
We're taught to read and comprehend,
to understand each word written,
even the reason for the order they're in.
We're taught to write,
our feelings exposed on a thin sheet of lines,
Making a statement, I'm now living in the present
But My past? made me stronger so i remember although it has passed
cloudy but after the rain there's a rainbow, sun shining at last
Who is this Woman?
How did she come to be?
Why are the makings of her so different?
I’ve heard America’s laughter and see smiles on their face I’ve heard America’s words to others, a disgrace I’ve felt Americas sorrow and anger from their mothers I’ve seen America’s racism and how one can act toward others I’ve witnessed America
A free me breathes in the air
As I spread my wings
As I sing and as I scream
For joy
No less
I put my wings
To the test
And fly. And soar.
And go through
The open door
You knew why the caged bird sings.
Your words whispered to me
From pages written in ink
But made with blood.
You told me
It's not where you come from
That defines you.
Rising out the darkness
Seeing the light as I lift my head up high
Reaching beyond happiness and joy
Towards victory
Like the birds soaring into the sky, I rise
Dear Dr. Angelou
I wrote you this letter the other day but waited
I wanted to wait
But you were gone......
Left us unreal and heartbroken
But there is one thing all I wanted to say
Missouri-born mama,always having a story to tell us children.You always knew why the caged bird could sing
It rained as I read your book.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.
I have not known your pain,
But I felt it.
I have not met you,
But I wish I knew you.
But still like air I will float
But still like an ancor you will sink
You are a succumbed sheep
while I graze free
because like air I will float
And you my sheepish shepard have sunk
All of our dreams have been the same- to spread our wings and take flight with the hot sun beating down and strong winds blowing.
Based off of “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou
The Day roars sunlight at the first break of morning
and sheds out his mane till only his sun commands
and pounces happily in his playful freedom.
