In honor of Maya Angelou's birthday, here is my adaptation of one of her most widespread poems.
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
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