All posts tagged: Maya Angelou

National Poetry Month / Phenomenal Woman & Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

April 6 / 18 Hey…it’s Friday and I did almost forget that this month is National Poetry Month. This month, I will post poetry from such poetry legends like Robert Frost, Langston Hughes, Emily Dickenson, E.E. Cummings, and Maya Angelou. Speaking of Ms. Angelou, we just celebrated her birthday recently. She would’ve been 90 years old. Here are a few of her poems that are my favorites… Credit Source: Poetry Foundation   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 Phenomenally. 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 …

Reflections: A Look Back

February 27, 2015                                                                           Langston Hughes, Lois Mailou Jones, Aaron Douglas, Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, James Baldwin, Amiri Baraka, Kerry James Marshall, Nikki Giovanni, Alice Walker, and W.E.B. Du Bois. Enjoy the rest of your Friday, be blessed!   featured image: soul summer celebrates black history month 2010, courtesy of www. and images courtesy of,,,,,,,,,,, and

Black History Poetry: Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

February 7, 2015 Good Morning. As promised Shadowbox is getting all the art, illustrations, poems, and short stories to share with you from celebrated African-Americans, since this is Black History Month. Today we have the most poignant poem written by Maya Angelou. Enjoy the rest of your weekend and be blessed always. Still I Rise Maya Angelou, 1928 – 2014 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. …