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Worship Maya Angelou In every town and village
In every city square In crowded places I searched the faces Hoping to find Someone to care I read mysterious meanings in the distant stars, Then I went to schoolrooms And poolrooms And half-lighted cocktails bar. Braving dangers, Going with strangers, I don't even remember their name. I was quick and breezy And always easy Playing romantic games. I wined and dined a thousand exotic Joans and Janes In dusty dance halls, at debutante balls, On lonely country lanes. I fell in Love forever, Twice every year or so. I wooed them sweetly, was theirs completely, But they always let me go. Saying bye now, no need to try now, you don't have the proper charms. Too sentimental and too much gentle I don't tremble in your arms. then you roose into my life Like a promised sunrise. Brightening my days with the light in your eyes. I've never been so strong, Now I'm where I belong. Maya angelou, "Belong" Is there any place of refuge one can flee from this insanity | |
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Sounds like High School Yearbook poetry, sorry... | |
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Maya Angelous is amazing, I got all of her books and poetry collections, i have so many favourites but in particular I love 'Senses of Insecurity'. But if you read all of her poetry there is a lot of repitition of the same themes and issues in her poems which is why sometimes i prefer the books, 'Even the starts look lonesome' is my favourite book at the moment because theres more of a mix then some of her earlier stuff. | |
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I hear Maya is the biggest "B". A colleague of mine told me she had an assistant or something in tears and demanded the luncheon she attended remove ALL the lobster from the dinning hall because she is allergic. From what I hear she ripped this girl a new a$$hole.
So needless to say, the dinner had to be entirely flipped for Maya. No one ate lobster that day. Talk about some mess | |
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I met Maya Angelou a few years ago when we interviewed her for some show. She was pretty cool. "You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." "
Al Pacino- Scarface | |
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I had the pleasure of listening to her read poetry a few years ago...
Absolutely amazing, spiritual, wonderful woman.... ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect, it means you've decided to look beyond the imperfections... unknown | |
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise... Maya Angelou: "Still I Rise" Is there any place of refuge one can flee from this insanity | |
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Moderator | I like her poetry. Ohh purple joy oh purple bliss oh purple rapture! REAL MUSIC by REAL MUSICIANS - Prince "I kind of wish there was a reason for Prince to make the site crash more" ~~ Ben |
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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 with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Is there any place of refuge one can flee from this insanity | |
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My favorite (also, my theme):
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 teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care. 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. | |
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NO ONE CAN MAKE IT ALONE SO LET'S NOT BE ALONE,... ~PClinuxOS~ I've been here longer than I care to remember, ... I drop in from time to time, ... | |
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Equality
You declare you see me dimly through a glass which will not shine, though I stand before you boldly, trim in rank and making time. You do own to hear me faintly as a whisper out of range, while my drums beat out the message and the rhythms never change. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. You announce my ways are wanton, that I fly from man to man, but if I'm just a shadow to you, could you ever understand? We have lived a painful history, we know the shameful past, but I keep on marching forward, and you keep on coming last. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. Take the blinders from your vision, take the padding from your ears, and confess you've heard me crying, and admit you've seen my tears. Hear the tempo so compelling, hear the blood throb through my veins. Yes, my drums are beating nightly, and the rhythms never change. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. Is there any place of refuge one can flee from this insanity | |
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