Today, as I was checking my emails and facebook, I came upon this headline: “Maya Angelou dies aged 86”.  For a long time she has been on my “to-be-read” list.  Not only for her beautiful poems (I have read a few and loved them all) but for her strength and poweful presence on earth as a writer, playwright, director, actor, novelist and activist.  Everytime I read something about her, I realized how far human beings can go and how some could turn bad things into beautiful and meaningful ones.  Maya Angelou was no ordinary woman.  She was a child of the depression, grew up in the segregated south, survived rape, gave birth as a teenager, and was, at one time, a prostitute.

Her memoir “I know why the Caged Birds Sing” became a classic.
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