Sage-in-Training (my few words on our Maya Angelou)
Don't get mad. I think you might get a little mad, but I've got a truth to tell. I didn't always love Maya Angelou's writing. It was just "okay" to me. I loved some other author's works much much more than hers. I guess I liked make believe at the time more than I cared for a truthful story. Spin me a tale, entertain me - that's what I wanted. Maya didn't serve flowers. Just raw truth. But I bought and read her books because as a proper English Major I am supposed to and they look good among the other authors of the black canon section on display in my well-loved and cherished bookcase. Don't judge me... However, I LOVED Maya. I LOVED Maya's presence. I loved loved loved the moment she opened her mouth to talk. (Even when her long thoughtful pauses kinda annoyed me cause it turns out I'm not terribly patient.) Maya was: So Calm. So Regal. So Wise. So Patient. So Beautiful. So Dignified.