Stuck in my swirly thoughts, unexpressed and tangled, then found this follower who played this reminder…
stanza from Maya Angelou’s anthem of a poem, Still I Rise
Out of the hut’s of history’s shame, I rise.
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain, I rise.
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide.
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
It was in 1969, that the world would begin to ponder the question, Why does the caged bird sing? Maya Angelou was an accomplished performer way before then – a stage actress, touring Europe in a production of the acclaimed Porgy and Bess, a songstress, recording her first studio album in 1957, and a dancer, teaming up with the legendary Alvin Ailey, no less, scorching the streets in a calypso. But in 1969, Maya Angelou would become a star. The release of the autobiographical I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings stunned the literary…
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