Ode To Maya Angelou

Maya, Maya Your essence sings to my soul the breath of your spirit bathed me in my mother's womb when you were zero years old We touched fingertips across time where there is no beginning or end Ode to Maya my inner depths reign you glorious you branded the keys to doors that were shackled with indifference and blame For the trails you journeyed while you carried me on your back Me and others like me Ode to Maya a song of many words A command to respect and recipient of dues paid owed to our ancestors I lay claim to your inheritance to pass the torch for generations to come I inhale your struggles though the details are mostly invisible I reverence your efforts and bountiful accomplishments I serenade your extentialism in a melody of sincere wisdom A quintessential woman to be blessed by the applause of the universe to become a sin if ever forgotten Ode to a poet's poet Ode to Maya Angelou