Sara Klaus

Alone by Maya Angelou

Lying, thinking

Last night

How to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty

And bread loaf is not stone

I came up with one thing

And I don't believe I'm wrong

That nobody,

There are some millionaires

Now if you listen closely

With money they can't use

I'll tell you what I know

Their wives run round like banshees

Storm clouds are gathering

Their children sing the blues

The wind is gonna blow

They've got expensive doctors

The race of man is suffering

To cure their hearts of stone.

And I can hear the moan,

But nobody

'Cause nobody,

No, nobody

But nobody

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Can make it out here alone.

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Sara Klaus

Phenomenal Woman By
Maya Angelou
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

Does my sexiness upset you?

I walk intoDid
a room
Menbroken?
themselves have wondered
you want to see me

Pretty women wonder where

You may write me down in history
my secret lies.
Just as cool
as you
please,
Whateyes?
they see in me.
Bowed
head
and lowered
With your bitter, twisted lies,
I'm not cute or built to suit a

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like

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got understand
diamonds
Now
And to a man,
They
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Shoulders falling down
liketry
teardrops.

fashion model's size

You may trod me in the very dirt

At the meeting of my thighs?

Just why my head's not bowed.
The fellows
stand or by my soulful
But they
Weakened
cries.can't touch

But when I start to tell them,

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Out of the huts of history's shame

I don't shout or jump about

Fall down on their knees.

My inner mystery.

I rise

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swarm
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Does my sassiness upset you?

Or have to talk real loud.

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise
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honeyyou
bees.
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say
they
still
can't
see.
take it awful hard

It's in the reach of my arms

Why are you beset with gloom?

When you see me passing

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

It ought to make you proud.
I say,

I say,
'Cause I laugh like I've
got gold mines
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

The span of my hips,

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

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That's me.
That's me.

Sara Klaus

Touched by an Angel by Maya

Angelou
We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

Out of everything in the world, what does

live coiled in shells of loneliness

everyone crave? One thing; love. Every

until love leaves its high holy temple

single human being is always searching

for love because its what we are taught to

and comes into our sight

do. Love brings us old memories of

to liberate us into life.

pleasure. It gives a purpose and makes

us feel complete. However it also make us
Love arrives

feel the ancient histories of pain. So why

and in its train come ecstasies

do we continue to search for something

old memories of pleasure

we know can hurt us? We search to see

Been a
while
Jason

ancient histories of pain.

Fleming

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

by

that only love which sets us free.

In the flush of love's light

Sara Klaus

we dare be brave

Reunited
And suddenly we see
with the life
that
love costs all we are
loves
provided.
Me and my self got
and will ever be.
separated by what time did

As a teenager there is no possible way to avoid

and I hid. Not wanting to

Yet it is only love
open an eyelid.

breakups and heartbreak. But as an adult if you

Scared of the dark in days

which sets us free.
without her light...
I needed insight, but she was all I could see
even after she was gone.
Pleasant apparition drifting through my dusk
and my dawn... Now Ive moved on.

are happily married you dont expect to ever go

back to those days. You expect to stay with your
spouse until well forever. Thats why when you
get married you say till death do us part. But
what if something were to happen to the one you
love what if one day they were gone? How would
you react? This is what Jason Fleming write
about in his poem. He was so shattered by the
loss of his love he was not wanting yo open an
eyelid. Then at the end he gets over her. He
says he has moved on. This part of the poem I
find ironic because the begging reminds me of a
real true love. The kind you cannot truly
experience until your well on with your life. But if
you really can move on with your life then it
couldnt have been true love. So the question is;