Don't let the man bring you down.
Maya AngelouTag: freedom
If on Judgement Day I were summoned by St. Peter to give testimony to the used-to-be sheriff's act of kindness, I would be unable to say anything in his behalf. His confidence that my uncle and every other Black man who heard of the Klan's coming ride would scurry under their houses to hide in chicken droppings was too humiliating to hear. Without waiting for Momma's thanks, he rode out of the yard, sure that things were as they should be and that he was a gentle squire, saving those deserving serfs from the laws of the land, which he condoned.
Maya AngelouTag: 1970
No matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
Maya AngelouTag: inspirational-quotes
Live as though life was created for you.
Maya AngelouI long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.
Maya AngelouSegregation shaped me; education liberated me.
Maya AngelouTag: inspirational education learning race
It takes the human voice to infuse them with the shades of deeper meaning.
Maya AngelouThe world had taken a deep breath and was having doubts about continuing to revolve.
Maya AngelouWhen Great Trees Fall
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
Tag: life poetry writing writers peace soul death poem poets trees souls poet poems american-writers maya-angelou i-shall-not-be-moved when-great-trees-fall
When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.
Maya AngelouTag: compassion inspiration gratitude charity helping-others
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