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.
Maya AngelouI dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?
Maya AngelouThe most difficult thing in the world, it seems to me, is to realize that I am a child of God; to keep that in my mind all the time.
Maya AngelouI want to write so well that a person is 30 or 40 pages in a book of mine ... before she realizes she's reading.
Maya Angelou