Marguerite “Maya Angelou” Johnson BiographyMaya 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
Alone
Lying, thinking 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, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires With moneythey can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their heartsof 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.
Writer’s Style 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
When You Come
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie.
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.
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, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With moneythey can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their heartsof 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.
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.
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
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.