Her gray strands commands respect like a king’s presence silences an army
She stand as multiple pillars a foundation of the honoree
Her soulful manuscripts puppets the pain of slaves who had not voice
She held sunshine in her hands and blew it to the slaves hearts and made them rejoice
Fearlessness and strength are the children of her soul
Her prayers danced to heaven, God answered, a legacy that is now being told
Her tears, a waterfall, blitzing like a gazelle sprinting for life
An odyssey of creation, a monumental example for a wife
Her wisdom, boxed and shipped to African children’s heart
As they opened the gift, identity and purpose painted them like beautiful art
Love for humanity stirs the soul and brews a storm
A world cold and cynical, melted away, why? her heart is warm
She painted African Americans in the light of Beauty and Grace
She taught them to look in the mirror and never to be ashamed of their face
Although age has a limit she will never die
We know our souls are beautiful, she taught us the reason why
Our emotions asked for an angel and so she came
Maya Angelou, that is her beautiful name.
we will need to remember the older generation more and more.
so true, so true