PHENOMENAL Woman: R.I.P Dr. Maya Angelou

May 28, 2014 in UNCONDITIONED ROOTS by mkabba

In Loving Memory of Dr. Maya Angelou – April 4, 1928 to May 28, 2014

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Wednesday, May 28, 2014 

“When you learn, TEACH. When you get GIVE.”


Dr. Maya Angelou passed quietly in her home before 8:00 a.m. EST. She was a phenomenal woman of whom lived a life as a poet, teacher, activist, artist and human being. She won three Grammys, spoke SIX languages and was the second poet in history to recite a poem at a presidential inauguration. She was a warrior for equality, tolerance and peace.

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Oprah glorifies her as having moved through the world with unshakeable calm, confidence and a fierce grace. She was an inspiration to not only “Black” Africans but to all.

Maya Angelou took part in an insightful, thought provoking documentary titled “Good Hair” By Chris Rock. She went S-E-V-E-N-T-Y YEARS before she got her first perm/relaxer.

Dr Maya Angelou will be greatly missed but her light and legacy will eternally shine! Dr Angelou for the mass role you’ve played in the self discovery of billions of young women THANK YOU; as a tribute I would like to share my TWO favourite poems by Dr Mya Angelou. 

‘Still I Rise’ by Maya Angelou 

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 backyard.

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.

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 ‘Phenomenal Woman’ by Maya Angelou

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

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

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 in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

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 for my care.

’Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

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Rest in perfect peace Queen Maya Angelou! x