Maya Angelou.....Poet....Homage.....

We lost a beautiful poet laureate Maya Angelou today.  Margurite Johnson was born poor in St. Louis, worked as a singer at a strip club in San Francisco. She changed her name to Maya Angelou very aptly. Her autobiography, "I know why the caged bird sings", has inspired many men and women not only African American but all of us who underwent some sad episodes in life.

She read her poems at the President's inaugural ball, friends with Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela.
A true inspiration to all of us. We bow to thee in respect dear Maya.

Human Family 

By Maya Angelou 1928–2014

I note the obvious differences

in the human family.

Some of us are serious,

some thrive on comedy.

Some declare their lives are lived

as true profundity,

and others claim they really live

the real reality.

The variety of our skin tones

can confuse, bemuse, delight,

brown and pink and beige and purple,

tan and blue and white.

I’ve sailed upon the seven seas

and stopped in every land,

I’ve seen the wonders of the world

not yet one common man.

I know ten thousand women

called Jane and Mary Jane,

but I’ve not seen any two

who really were the same.

Mirror twins are different

although their features jibe,

and lovers think quite different thoughts

while lying side by side.

We love and lose in China,

we weep on England’s moors,

and laugh and moan in Guinea,

and thrive on Spanish shores.

We seek success in Finland,

are born and die in Maine.

In minor ways we differ,

in major we’re the same.

I note the obvious differences

between each sort and type,

but we are more alike, my friends,

than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,

than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,

than we are unalike.

PEACE ON EARTH

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