Poise. Class. Beauty. Eloquence. Love. Amazing Grace.
At 86 she remained a poster GoWoman for women everywhere but most importantly for African American women. Her fecund imagination produced a body of work that will no doubt be read by our children’s grandchildren. She bore lyrical witness to an America that many of us thankfully were not yet born to see. She is listed as one of my all time favourite creative visionaries and today I breathed a heavy sigh. The world has lost one of the most beautiful souls to have walked the earth.
Still I rise will remain one of my all time favourite poems. Maya Angelou most definitely was a wordist like no other. A word artist who painted literary images like no one else and continued to inspire generations after generations and encourage people to discover their inner selves and strive for the best till her dying day.
RIP Maya Angelou. Just like moons and like the sun, with the certainty of tides, just like hopes springing high, for you we will continue to rise and as we do, may your spirit soar to the highest heavens and rest in peace supreme.