Her story amazes me. the rags from riches saga of a Woman who brought Herself up through the quagmire of prejudice, ignorance and indifference. a Woman who defied the odds and did what ever it took to reach Her golden ambition of univeral truth, racial equality and unswerving literacy. the rhyme and rythym of Her prose and poetry were like movements of a beautiful dance unseen or unoticed, yet the imagery dances about in our heads. Her words were powerful, resolute and a clarion call for all. Y/you, me, the elderly couple down the street, the single Dad who walks with his daughter to Walmart or the lonely woman who stands still at the same time everyday with her pomeranian yipping impatiently at Her feet, pulling at the leash yearning to roam free. presidents, kings, queens, butchers, bakers and teachers, nurses,doctors and the IT girl. all stop and pause ... check a quick post, check a blog, scan a text and email. who will be our next voice for this generation? who will lasso the words and make them sing? who will mix and season them well within our generation's crucible of instant posts, and innocuous selfies? who will? ... who will aspire to try?
Maya Angelou - W/we will miss Your voice. W/we will miss Your truths. W/we will miss Your strength and the balance and mesmerizing dance of Your words.
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