In honor of Maya Angelou's birthday, here is my adaptation of one of her most widespread poems.
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To reach
With eyes that gazed At the reachable circumstances Yet unreachable for I have made them I lurked And lurked Expecting life’s arrival Until I lurked no more For the luxury of passing-time Is one that cannot be salvaged. Had I learned not to lurk --But to reach-- At my lovers Without fear of being … Continue reading To reach
An introduction to Ms. Cumbrè
I will publish a series of excerpts on the story of this rather eccentric woman, here is my introductory one. Enjoy!
Don’t be frightened by isolation
Don’t be frightened by isolation For all it does is detach you from others To attach you to the work Of building yourself
I bult a fort
I built a fort around myself In the vast lands of unimaginable sharing I enclosed myself in the ruse of my own being; But not because of misery; Be fooled not. I built a fort upon myself Not for protection But for the inconceivable lack Of walls. Be fooled not; However The fort does not … Continue reading I bult a fort
My hymn to the necessity of feminism
For some time I had been wanting to express my opinion on gender inequality. After gathering enough irritation with my country's male establishment, I finally wrote my hymn to feminism; here it is.
To fly
In the flock of birds, I was an eagle, and while they learned to fly, I was meandering the skies I grabbed their premature wings and Dispersed their feathers in hope of enlightening them to their ultimate goal But still They cried in fear I was a wicked beast to their eyes. A sorceress … Continue reading To fly
Life has a circular ending
As we travel through the course of our lifetime, are we truly evolving, or rather approaching our beginnings?
For matters of pride
An unspoken reality about a major insecurity in our society.
Emily
She wore her black veil Amidst the colors that surrounded. A widow to the world And an antiquity to living, For her spirit had been buried By the lack of life; the feasts of death; and the woes of nights that overflowed in monotony She was not old Nor had she physically faced death, … Continue reading Emily
