The dream of equality
Another of my favorite writers and poets is Maya Angelou. I admire her talent and the kind of woman she is. She supports other talented people, especially women.
“No more slavery,
No more slavery,
No more slavery over me.”
Every generation has people born into it who are not necessarily geniuses or Rhodes Scholars, but they are men and women who see life in a different way. I see them in poverty, mostly unschooled, both genders, all religions and races. I see them as they walk through life, avoiding obstacles, rising out of pain, opening areas to any and all who need a hug of encouragement. I believe these people are very special and may even be angels given the gift of life on this plane.
Mays Angelou is one of these people. She walks with the dignity of a Queen and the loving heart of Mother Teresa and Sojourner Truth. She shimmers and shines. Life has not been easy for her.
If you are not familiar with her work, I suggest Even the Stars Look Lonesome, The Heart of a Woman, and The Poetry of Maya Angelou.
She tells a story about Sojourner Truth who was born a slave and fled. She assisted other fugitive slaves through the Underground Railroad and she worked with other women sufragets to earn the vote for women. There is a play about her life called “God and a Woman”.
Maya has a clear, powerful voice that rings with sadness, pain as well as joy and contentment.
Maya Angelou’s wisdom
Lord, In My Heart by Maya Angelou
“Holy haloes
Ring me around
Spirit waves on
spirit sound
Meshach and
Abednego
Golden chariots
Swinging low
I recite them
in my sleep
Jordan’s cold
and briny deep
Bible lessons
Sunday school
Bow before the
Golden Rule
Now I wonder
if I tried
Could I turn my
cheek aside
Marveling with
afterthought
Of my true Christ-
like control
and the nature
of my soul.
Would I strike with
rage divine
Till the culprit
fell supine
Hit out broad all
fury red
Till my foes are
fallen dead”
I think the first time the white middle class became aware of Maya is when she recited her poem, On the Pulse of the Morning, at President Clinton’s inauguration.
What will you do?
What the Lord says
Children learn racism
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Reblogged this on The ObamaCrat™.
Did I do her justice? I hope so.
Hello U…yes you did her justice my dear.
I have my grandson, Tyler and it has been an active day but I had to write about her today. And then we went to see the Dinosaur Exhibit.
Have some fun times away from the computer. Hope you enjoyed the Jurassic stuff.
Beautiful tribute. 🙂 I love her, she’s a remarkable woman.
Thank you and thanks for the comment.
I wrote a poem as a kid in the 1960s and I can only remember part of it now that ended like this, “Children play together, because they don;t know any better, do we?” That’s funny, raised in a racist home I still managed to find my way.
Your soul spoke loudly to you! Harmony and hugs, Barbara
She has had a tremendous influence on my life since I read I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings as a teenager. A truly amazing, inspiring woman. This is a lovely tribute to her.
Great poem. And that is so true about racism. I remember when I was a kid. I didn’t even distinguish between colour or race until someone pointed out to me that another kid was black. I remember being confused as to what they meant or why it mattered. It is one of those momentary events that I wish had never occurred because it polluted the pureness of my mind.
Yes. Color was just life. It didn’t make people strange or dangerous. It was just the way the world was. We were similar and that was what was important.