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- About the author- Marguerite Ann Johnson AkA Maya Angelou is a resound literary personnel. She is a Grammy winner, literary scholar, writer of many spoken words, poems, novel and she is an actress. Her, works are sources of inspiration to all ages of the world. Her works are rich in genuine outpouring of rage, courage in oneself, power in unity and pride of womanhood. Alone   Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I...

  Africa Africa my Africa Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs Africa of whom my grandmother sings On the banks of the distant river I have never known you But your blood flows in my veins Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields The blood of your sweat The sweat of your work The work of your slavery Africa, tell me Africa Is this your back that is unbent This back that never breaks under the weight of humilation This back trembling with red scars And saying no to the whip under the midday sun But a grave voice answers me Impetuous child that tree, young and strong That tree over there Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers That is your Africa springing up anew springing up patiently, obstinately Whose fruit bit by bit acquires The bitter taste of liberty David Diop

This poetry is dedicated to all the women in the world. It speaks of their strength, beauty and will power. A heroine Woman, a definition of strength  Filled with great ecstacy Minted in dynasty of power. Her will are quirky! Quick to love, quick to anger. Mother of faith,  Powerhouse of kindness. Her toils, Her joys,   Her tears, Her smiles,  Her...beauty... Woman, a creation heritage. Warrior in heart: Virtuous beyond doubt, Relic of hope, fortitude of life. Her prints are carved to schlep The primitive growth  of the world she bore. Woman, an invaluable piece! Pristine in all form League of caregiver  Luminary of destiny wrights. Woman, On her soft lips are susceptible stream. Woman, Her special curve are her strength. Woman, Her prayers are the season's fortune. Woman, Her complexion is a breds brave heart,  Woman,  Her souls speaks of a privy knowledge into man's world. Woman, In her heart are crystal jewel.

  Enoch Is an inspiring journey poetry presenting  an unavoidable situations that follows a man whose heart is solidifies on  God. Stroll through the poetry with poet personal as he unveiled the mystery surrounding Enoch. Enoch Here is the man of tongues Who speaks in enigmatic  Speech that reigns in heart  Trending the uncouth leagues To home above On whose natural wet sole  Denied of pleasure feet Shield Yet they dug deep to make marks  Imprinted at every foot prints That bears no count

  This poetry is a metaphorical poetry that satirises the political malpractices and sociological mis normalities in some countries. The obvious true about how harsh these policians can be and how brutal they can get to see the civilians yield to their bids. Steal freely through this poem and enrich your optimistic touch. Then they came Loads on heads Bent between; We went ahead of drum Beats of unpleasant sauce  Filling our dying thirst and  Rage with unquenched fury. With tears and care They clean our ponds:  On dry sands and spice, Weeding off our passion With metro of fervent pled  For more and more pampering.

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  The poem is trying to convey the ills, sufferings and traumatic experience kids who are orphans go through. CRYING STREAMS He walked towards the rock hills The atmosphere seemed to be at a stand-still The sun smiled at him; And the green leaves on the tree, Were waving him farewell. He stared at the herds of lamb and smiled Alas! Those creatures could bring joy to his sad-stricken soul. Up he looked To the sky in anticipation He was seeking treasure Not one that could be measured Nor one that gives pleasure Yeah, it was a very unique treasure. One that brings comfort; confidence, joy and warmth. Alas! A beautiful creature appeared to him........; An epitome of beauty She stared at him and wept. Her tears entered the river banks; They overflowed. "Mother!" He cried out In a loud creaky voice; Sad-stricken with grief. He half-ran; But she was already gone.  Little as he was Innocent as the lambs; Helpless but not hopeless Embedded with loneliness He looked around. The lambs w...