I Come From the Belly of An Icon- Tribute To Maya Angelou
I am born by an icon
I am the result of her acumen
In the belly of her mind
I grew like a fetus
She fed me through her umbilical cord
Of her intellect and achievements
For the first time I heard her words
Full of life and hope
They stung me like a mosquito bite
I felt the pain of a caged bird
Crying for her freedom
From that day a poet was born
Her wisdom nourished my vision
To become the people’s diary
That tells the plight of a young girl
Who was pinned down by rapists
First by the system that marginalized women
And by the pervert who failed to keep his zip closed
Through all of that she rose mightier
With many accolades in her hand
A civil right activist
Three times Grammy award winner
And many honorary degrees
She stood before the leaders
Who sipped from her breast of wisdom
I come from the belly of an icon
She taught me to how to rise
In her own words she said
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
I come from the belly of an icon
Like sunrises in full daylight
Her accolade shines very bright
She rose to the heights
Where universe is forced to notice her
From the day I saw her in her glory
A poet was born
I come from the belly of an icon
With the semen of her wisdom
I was born.
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