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“Nothing can dim the light which shines from within”

Dr. Maya Angelou passed quietly in her home before 8:00 a.m. EST. Her family is extremely grateful that her ascension was not belabored by a loss of acuity or comprehension. She lived a life as a teacher, activist, artist and human being. She was a warrior for equality, tolerance and peace. The family is extremely appreciative of the time we had with her and we know that she is looking down upon us with love.” — Statement from the family

I grew up on Maya Angelou, she is one of my mom’s all time favorites. I remember in elementary school practicing my handwriting/grammar/spelling skills by taking dictations of her poems (a task I did not care for at all, but I loved the poems). I remember my mom quoting lines to me at various appropriate times in my adolescence. And now as an adult I have found solace in her work, including recently with my divorce and health problems. 

Here are some of my favorite poems/quotes:

I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. ― Maya Angelou


“If I am not good to myself, how can I expect anyone else to be good to me?”  — Maya Angelou


The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill 
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.  — I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings







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Today I am feeling very…introspective? Perhaps that is the word for it…What ever this feeling is called, I wrote some stuff (I won’t insult poets everywhere by calling it a poem, although I don’t know what else to call it). Read it if you want, don’t if you don’t…just whatever you do, be nice…I only write stuff like this from a place of deep, real, emotion.


I want to know you.

I want to know your deepest fears.

I want to know what makes you insecure, and love those parts of you.

I want to know when you are happiest, and make that be all the time.

I want to be your safe place, your haven.

I want to show you all the beautiful in you.

I want to be your person.


I think you amaze me.

I think you are one of the smartest people I know.

I think about your smile all the time, and about kissing it too.

I think you make me laugh more than pretty much anyone else.

I think you are a little frustrating sometimes.

I think you are absolutely incredible.

I think you rock.


I know you’re scared.

I know you’ve been hurt before.

I know you feel something for me too, even if it’s not the same.

I know you won’t admit it to anyone but you’re lonely.

I know you deserve to be happy.

I know you understand me.

I know you crave love.


I want to hold you in my arms.

I want to take every hurt or sadness away.

I want to show you all the love you deserve, and more.

I want to make you laugh, every second of every day.

I want to understand what makes you you.

I want to hold your beautiful hand.

I want you.

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