https://boards.hellobee.com/ Pregnancy, Baby and Parenting blog, by Hellobee en Sat, 18 Apr 2026 22:02:57 +0000 https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662846 Wed, 28 May 2014 13:26:43 +0000 mediagirl 1662846@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.<br /> I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size<br /> But when I start to tell them,<br /> They think I’m telling lies.<br /> I say,<br /> It’s in the reach of my arms,<br /> The span of my hips,<br /> The stride of my step,<br /> The curl of my lips.<br /> I’m a woman<br /> Phenomenally.<br /> Phenomenal woman,<br /> That’s me. </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662248 Wed, 28 May 2014 10:44:22 +0000 MsLipGloss 1662248@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>@grizz: YES! I saw/heard her speak ten years ago . . . I can still hear her voice in my head. I swear her words were magical. </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662230 Wed, 28 May 2014 10:40:36 +0000 mrsjyw 1662230@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>So sad :( what an amzing woman </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662207 Wed, 28 May 2014 10:33:49 +0000 MrsKoala 1662207@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>Such a sad day. :( </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662164 Wed, 28 May 2014 10:17:02 +0000 MamaMoose 1662164@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>This is a terrible loss for us all :sad: </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662129 Wed, 28 May 2014 10:03:23 +0000 Boheme 1662129@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>A profound loss of an amazing woman. I was so fortunate to see her speak at an event when I was in college, and she was incredible. </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662109 Wed, 28 May 2014 09:51:52 +0000 LuLu Mom 1662109@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>This is an extraordinary loss. :( </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662108 Wed, 28 May 2014 09:51:17 +0000 mamimami 1662108@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>She spoke at my school's Women's History Assembly when I was in 8th grade. One of the most impactful things I've ever seen. She started by singing to us. LOVE HER. </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662107 Wed, 28 May 2014 09:51:11 +0000 Mrs. Jump Rope 1662107@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>I cried. She's made a huge impact on my life. She is incredible. I named my cat after her. Maya is my favorite poet. </p> [attach=1772/14/n6ah9c.236x314.image.jpg] https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662092 Wed, 28 May 2014 09:47:34 +0000 cmomma17 1662092@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>I cried at my desk. She has always been one of my favorites. :crying: </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662085 Wed, 28 May 2014 09:45:45 +0000 BKCaribBaby 1662085@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>She is amazing. She will be missed. </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662053 Wed, 28 May 2014 09:34:21 +0000 autumnlove 1662053@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>Oh no! :-( </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662051 Wed, 28 May 2014 09:34:03 +0000 MoonMoon 1662051@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>That poem brought a tear to my eye. RIP, Maya Angelou. </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662048 Wed, 28 May 2014 09:32:04 +0000 MsLipGloss 1662048@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>Such a profound loss. :( </p> https://boards.hellobee.com/topic/maya-angelou#post-1662041 Wed, 28 May 2014 09:29:23 +0000 Silva 1662041@https://boards.hellobee.com/ <p>News sources are reporting that Maya Angelou has passed away.</p> <p>This is my favorite poem of hers,<br /> A Brave and Startling Truth</p> <p>We, this people, on a small and lonely planet<br /> Traveling through casual space<br /> Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns<br /> To a destination where all signs tell us<br /> It is possible and imperative that we learn<br /> A brave and startling truth </p> <p>And when we come to it<br /> To the day of peacemaking<br /> When we release our fingers<br /> From fists of hostility<br /> And allow the pure air to cool our palms </p> <p>When we come to it<br /> When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate<br /> And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean<br /> When battlefields and coliseum<br /> No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters<br /> Up with the bruised and bloody grass<br /> To lie in identical plots in foreign soil </p> <p>When the rapacious storming of the churches<br /> The screaming racket in the temples have ceased<br /> When the pennants are waving gaily<br /> When the banners of the world tremble<br /> Stoutly in the good, clean breeze </p> <p>When we come to it<br /> When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders<br /> And children dress their dolls in flags of truce<br /> When land mines of death have been removed<br /> And the aged can walk into evenings of peace<br /> When religious ritual is not perfumed<br /> By the incense of burning flesh<br /> And childhood dreams are not kicked awake<br /> By nightmares of abuse </p> <p>When we come to it<br /> Then we will confess that not the Pyramids<br /> With their stones set in mysterious perfection<br /> Nor the Gardens of Babylon<br /> Hanging as eternal beauty<br /> In our collective memory<br /> Not the Grand Canyon<br /> Kindled into delicious color<br /> By Western sunsets </p> <p>Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe<br /> Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji<br /> Stretching to the Rising Sun<br /> Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,<br /> Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores<br /> These are not the only wonders of the world </p> <p>When we come to it<br /> We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe<br /> Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger<br /> Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace<br /> We, this people on this mote of matter<br /> In whose mouths abide cankerous words<br /> Which challenge our very existence<br /> Yet out of those same mouths<br /> Come songs of such exquisite sweetness<br /> That the heart falters in its labor<br /> And the body is quieted into awe </p> <p>We, this people, on this small and drifting planet<br /> Whose hands can strike with such abandon<br /> That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living<br /> Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness<br /> That the haughty neck is happy to bow<br /> And the proud back is glad to bend<br /> Out of such chaos, of such contradiction<br /> We learn that we are neither devils nor divines </p> <p>When we come to it<br /> We, this people, on this wayward, floating body<br /> Created on this earth, of this earth<br /> Have the power to fashion for this earth<br /> A climate where every man and every woman<br /> Can live freely without sanctimonious piety<br /> Without crippling fear </p> <p>When we come to it<br /> We must confess that we are the possible<br /> We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world<br /> That is when, and only when<br /> We come to it. </p>