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Maya Angelou Friendship Poems

Maya Angelou is a well-known American poet, along with being a memoirist and an actress. She is also closely associated with the American Civil Rights Movement. Maya Angelou's volume of poetry "Just Give Me A Cool Drink Of Water 'Fore I Die" (1971) was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize. Her autobiographical works include "I Know Why the Caged Birds Sing"(1969) and "All God's Children need Traveling Shoes" (1986).

She has been felicitated with the honors from the Yale University; in Italy she was named the Rockefeller Foundation Scholar. Her other collection of works or work is/ are also famous.

Maya Angelou has dealt with friendship in a very subtle way in the poem "March With Men". In this poem, she invites all the black men to join her in the march, so that they all get united and raise their voice against racial discrimination.

In other words it can be said that she tells her citizens to become friends with one another, and if all get bonded together in the relationship of friendship then they would be successful in their mission, which is to have equal rights and equal freedom.

The two lines, of the poem, "March With Men", that are, "Clap hands, call the spirits back from the ledge, / Clap hands, let us invite joy into our conversation," clearly indicates the fact that she is asking her fellow mates to come together.

She wants to win this fight, which would not be possible if they remain aloof from each other and therefore she feels that they only would be able to reach their goal, if they all get united in the name of friendship.

"A Conceit"

Give me your hand

Make room for me
to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand.



"Weekend Glory"

Some clichty folks
don't know the facts,
posin' and preenin'
and puttin' on acts,
stretchin' their backs.

They move into condos
up over the ranks,
pawn their souls
to the local banks.
Buying big cars
they can't afford,
ridin' around town
actin' bored.

If they want to learn how to live life right
they ought to study me on Saturday night.

My job at the plant
ain't the biggest bet,
but I pay my bills
and stay out of debt.
I get my hair done
for my own self's sake,
so I don't have to pick
and I don't have to rake.

Take the church money out
and head cross town
to my friend girl's house
where we plan our round.
We meet our men and go to a joint
where the music is blue
and to the point.

Folks write about me.
They just can't see
how I work all week
at the factory.
Then get spruced up
and laugh and dance
And turn away from worry
with sassy glance.

They accuse me of livin'
from day to day,
but who are they kiddin'?
So are they.

My life ain't heaven
but it sure ain't hell.
I'm not on top
but I call it swell
if I'm able to work
and get paid right
and have the luck to be Black
on a Saturday night.



"Million Man March Poem"

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.

Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.
You were helpless and so was I,
But unfortunately throughout history
You've worn a badge of shame.

I say, the night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark
And the walls have been steep.

But today, voices of old spirit sound
Speak to us in words profound,
Across the years, across the centuries,
Across the oceans, and across the seas.
They say, draw near to one another,
Save your race.
You have been paid for in a distant place,
The old ones remind us that slavery's chains
Have paid for our freedom again and again.

The night has been long,
The pit has been deep,
The night has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.

The hells we have lived through and live through still,
Have sharpened our senses and toughened our will.
The night has been long.
This morning I look through your anguish
Right down to your soul.
I know that with each other we can make ourselves whole.
I look through the posture and past your disguise,
And see your love for family in your big brown eyes.

I say, clap hands and let's come together in this meeting ground,
I say, clap hands and let's deal with each other with love,
I say, clap hands and let us get from the low road of indifference,
Clap hands, let us come together and reveal our hearts,
Let us come together and revise our spirits,
Let us come together and cleanse our souls,
Clap hands, let's leave the preening
And stop impostering our own history.
Clap hands, call the spirits back from the ledge,
Clap hands, let us invite joy into our conversation,
Courtesy into our bedrooms,
Gentleness into our kitchen,
Care into our nursery.

The ancestors remind us, despite the history of pain
We are a going-on people who will rise again.
And still we rise.



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