Kalia



 ** Marguerite “Maya Angelou” Johnson **  ** __Biography__ ** **Maya Angelou** ** (Born as Marguerite) is a famous inspirational poet. She was born April 4, 1928 in Stamps, Arkansas. She has a brother named Bailey Jr., he gave her the name Maya, but they’re the only two children. Maya’s mother’s name is Vivian Baxter Johnson and her father’s name is Bailey Johnson. At age 7, Maya Angelou was raped by her mother’s boyfriend. Once her uncles found out, they went and killed him. This tragedy lead Maya to be silent for years until she moved to Stamps, Arkansas with her Grandma. There she met a woman named Mrs. Flowers who then taught her to “speak again”. Maya then moved to multiple states to actually decide what she wanted to be. She was a night club singer for a while then a journalist in several countries until she discovered that she wanted to be a poet. Her reasoning for becoming a poet was that she really liked writing lyrics. She is now **  ** one of the most inspirational writers there is. **  **Hats Off To You, Maya. **

 __ **Favorite Poem By Maya** __

** Last night ** ** How to find my soul a home ** ** Where water is not thirsty ** ** And bread loaf is not stone ** ** I came up with one thing ** ** And I don't believe I'm wrong ** ** That nobody, ** ** But nobody ** ** Can make it out here alone. **
 * ||  || **// Alone //** ||   ||
 * ||  || ** Lying, thinking **

** Alone, all alone ** ** Nobody, but nobody ** ** Can make it out here alone. **

** There are some millionaires ** ** With ****[|money] **** they can't use ** ** Their wives run round like banshees ** ** Their children sing the ****[|blues] ** ** They've got expensive doctors ** ** To cure their ****[|hearts] **** of stone. ** ** But nobody ** ** No, nobody ** ** Can make it out here alone. **

** Alone, all alone ** ** Nobody, but nobody ** ** Can make it out here alone. **

** Now if you listen closely ** ** I'll tell you what I know ** ** Storm clouds are gathering ** ** The wind is gonna’ blow ** ** The race of man is suffering ** ** And I can hear the moan, ** ** 'Cause nobody, ** ** But nobody ** ** Can make it out here alone. **

** Alone, all alone ** ** Nobody, but nobody ** ** Can make it out here alone. ** ||  ||   || media type="file" key="Kalia.mp3" ** I know that I’m reading one of Mays’s poems when I can sometimes relate to them or get a very important message out of them. Her style always has something to do with rhyme schemes. ** ||  ||   || **__ Another One of Maya’s Poems __**
 * **__ Writer’s Style __**

** Beckoning me ** ** To long-ago rooms, ** ** Where memories lie. **
 * || ** When You Come ** ||  ||
 * ||  || ** When you come to me, unbidden, **

** Offering me, as to a child, an attic, ** ** Gatherings of days too few. ** ** Baubles of stolen kisses. ** ** Trinkets of borrowed loves. ** ** Trunks of secret words, **

** I CRY. ** ||  ||

**__ Poem’s Analysis __**

** I think that the audience is people who were forced to mourn with a bad memory all alone. It says how some may try to put other obstacles in your way, hoping that maybe you can forget about it all. **