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Explore the work of Maya Angelou, a poet and civil rights activist, with this selection of her most famous and influential poems. From 'Still I Rise' to 'Life Doesn't Frighten Me', these poems celebrate the power of the human spirit, the struggle for equality, and the beauty of nature.
Read and enjoy the best of Maya Angelou, a celebrated American poet and civil rights activist. Explore her poems on love, loss, courage, beauty, equality and aging.
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,
Angelou’s poetry collections include The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (1994) and Phenomenal Woman (1995), a collection of four poems that takes its title from a poem which originally appeared in Cosmopolitan magazine in 1978. The poem’s narrator describes the physical and spiritual characteristics and qualities that make her ...
Maya Angelou, a prominent American poet and author, is celebrated for her timeless collection of poems. Born Marguerite Anne Johnson in January 1928, she left an indelible mark on literature and culture.
Explore the life and works of Maya Angelou, an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. Read 52 of her poems, including Phenomenal Woman, Still I Rise, and On the Pulse of Morning.
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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,
