Maya Angelou

A Conceit Give me your hand Alone Lying, thinking Human Family I note the obvious differences I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings The free bird leaps Insomniac There are some nights when Men When I was young, I used to Million Man March Poem The night has been long, Momma Welfare Roll Her arms semaphore fat triangles, On The Pulse Of Morning A Rock, A River, A Tree Passing Time Your skin like dawn Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. Refusal Beloved, Remembrance Your hands easy Savior Petulant priests, greedy Still I Rise You may write me down in history The Lesson I keep on dying again. Touched by an Angel We, unaccustomed to courage Weekend Glory Some clichty folks When You Come When you come to me, unbidden, Woman Work I've got the children to tend