Author: Maya Angelou

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino […]

The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been […]

Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima […]

Give me your hand Make room for me To lead and follow You Beyond this rage of poetry. Let others […]

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is […]