I think that one of the heartfelt verses written about her death would be more appropriate:
Gone from us Maya, we all haz a sad
You were so old with poems so bad
You wrote what you felt which sadly was poo
We miss you already oh my Angelou.
Works for me. :>} And how long did it take to get Audie Murphy on a stamp?
You and dead were on a roll. I particularly liked the St. Trayvon poem:
Trayvon
by Maya Angeloo
I sing of thee Trayvon
Lamented burnt umber crayon
Shoud of stayed at home
and got your lay-on
But you heard the siren song of wet grass
and headed for Seven Elevon.
Zimmerman the triggerman
Big game hunter lay in wait
White hispanic in a panic
Rubberheaded, held your fate.
By punching him, you tried to reason
You cant of known - was black-boy season
Stand your ground, ground and pound,
Frito Bandito shot you down.