Daily Archives: November 6, 2015

These Yet To Be United States – Maya Angelou 

Tremors of your network  cause kings to disappear.  Your open mouth in anger  makes nations bow in fear.  Your bombs can change the seasons,  obliterate the spring.  What more do you long for ?  Why are you suffering ?  You … Continue reading

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The Mothering Blackness – Maya Angelou 

She came home running  back to the mothering blackness  deep in the smothering blackness  white tears icicle gold plains of her face  She came home running  She came down creeping  here to the black arms waiting  now to the warm … Continue reading

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