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The Torsion wrote:Had to read her Caged Bird book in 7th grade. Terrible

I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.

Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.

Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.

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.

Pisscubes wrote:Seemed to be mostly college white chicks who wanted to sway and talk like they were in a black baptist church (without, you know, actually going to one with real black people in them) who sang her praises.

Necrometer wrote:Ha! That's a little bit different... pandering to a specific audience, right?

Reminds me of... (0:50)
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mzqahILpAs<

FVBTVS wrote:true story

ignorant ass friend working in a book store in ny in the late 90s didn't know who maya angelou was or what she looked like. maya is scheduled for an in-store. maya walks up to her at the info desk and wishes to be directed to where she is supposed to go by intoning poetically "Where aaaaare my books?" like the smooth chocolate bard she is. friend goes "I don't know! what type of books do you like?"

the end

Pisscubes wrote:I don't know anyone else with the balls to call themselves Doctor for honorary stuff.

FVBTVS wrote:

the photoshop potential is staggering

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

FVBTVS wrote:i know i'm pressing the anti pc angle on this from every direction but seriously

she was an arrogant cunt and a very shitty poet

Necrometer wrote:I imagine your FB could be maddening right now?