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Hace 2 días · Equality, and I will be free. and admit you've seen my tears. hear the blood throb in my veins. and the rhythms never change. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. You declare you see me dimly through a glass which will not shine, though I stand before you boldly, trim in rank and marking time. You do own to hear me fain.
Hace 5 días · Angelou changed the world by challenging oppressive power structures, writing and performing works of art that give voice to then-silent populations, and advocating for the rights of all people. Through her activism, public speaking, and writing, Angelou has created a legacy of empowerment and transformation that continues to live on.
Hace 1 día · Maya Angelou. Rate: (2) Poem topics: children, city, sleep, war, wind, dawn, Print This Poem, Rhyme Scheme Submit ... Equality Poem A Brave And Startling Truth Poem>> Write your comment about Awaking In New York poem by Maya Angelou. Your Name: Your Comment: Submit your comment Best Poems of Maya Angelou . Woman Work; Life Doesn't ...
Hace 2 días · The woman who survives intact and happy must be at once tender and tough. She must have convinced herself, or be in the unending process of convincing herself, that she, her values, and her choices are important. In a time a nd world where males hold sway and control, the pressure upon women to yield their rights-of-way is tremendous.
Hace 3 días · Fall gently, snowflakes. Cover me with white. Cold icy kisses and. Let me rest tonight. Sun, rain, curving sky. Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone. Star shine, moon glow. You're all that I can call my own. Maya Angelou.
Hace 3 días · Maya Angelou was an extraordinary voice of the 20th century — a celebrated writer, civil rights activist, and iconic poet whose words have influenced countless lives.Most notably, her poetry is an exploration of the human experience, marked by resilience and a genuine sense of hopefulness.You may ha...
Hace 2 días · loud longing of hounds and. the ransack of hunters crackling the near. branches. She muttered, lifting her head a nod toward. freedom, I shall not, I shall not be moved. She gathered her babies, their tears slick as oil on black faces, their young eyes canvassing mornings of madness.
