Maya Angelou just passed on
With her love of us full of imperfections And her love of words and her love Of our strength and goodness And love of our struggle to be Who we were called and created to be Folks to love one another and act with kindness Like most any poet she lived simply, humbly Though on one bitterly cold January day in 1993 She defined America and the American people for us all. Photo from Jonell George's blog Jojo's spot
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