Saturday, May 31, 2014

Maya Angelou: giving birth to all of our brightnesses

When looking for two frustratingly lost books this morning, I came across this random assembly of titles on a shelf:  I read in their titles a tribute to the largess of Sistah Maya, who eloquently in her speech and posture, testimony and poems, was our dark symphony; a courageous chronicler of the brackish and briny currents of her own life, yet a messenger giving birth to all of our brightnesses; a fierce friend, we pray who is resting now adorned in the neatly fitted wings she desired and golden slippers.

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