May 29th, 2014 by Magdalena Tabor

Someone called your namemaya1
On a train
And everyone turned
To see.
But it was not the Maya
Of literary fame
Who freed every caged bird
That sang her praises.
Nor was she a poet
Of any great stature
(As far as I knew).
Yet we all stood together,
Waiting to either exit
Or disembark.
And make a name
For ourselves.

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One Response to “Maya”

  1. Michael Tabor Says:

    I’m assuming people’s ears pricked up because of the fact that Maya Angelou just died, yesterday 5/28/2014 (what, did they expect to see a dead person ?) Anyway, though I personally wasn’t a fan of hers (I didn’t dislike her, just not a fan) she really was a paradigm for the possibilities … especially for young black women who perhaps had come from abject poverty. Not to be critical of the late Ms. Angelou, but I think she was more interested in her rags to riches story, racism, and sexism than actual poetry. She wrote an unbelievably 7 autobiographies. R.I.P. Maya Angelou

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