Category: Maya Angelou
The Detached
We die, Welcoming Blue beards to our darkening closets, Stranglers to our outstretched necks, Stranglers, who neither care nor care to know that DEATH IS…
A Brave and Startling Truth
We, this people, on a small and lonely planet Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns To a destination…
Alone
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up…
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…
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…
