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(0 texte)Maya Angelou born Marguerite Ann Johnson on April 4, 1928)is an American autobiographer and poet. Having been called "America's most visible black Biografia completă →
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Africa
Thus she had lain sugarcane sweet deserts her hair golden her feet mountains her breasts two Niles her tears. Thus she has lain Black through
Still I Rise
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
I know why the caged bird sings
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange sun\'s rays And dares to
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
A Conceit
Give me your hand. Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry. Let others have the privacy of touching words and
Remembrance
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press above me, glowing,
men
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are
Refusal
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your hands Your laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet excesses that I do