“The rock, the tree, the hope, the dope”........
I wonder how long it will be before the President commands that flags be flown at half mast....
Whether it is technically true or not, I don’t believe their is a better example of affirmative action.
This no-talent woman was placed on a Leftist helium tank and allowed to inflate way beyond reason to just sub-capacity.
Every time I saw her, the performance was so sub-par I wondered what first grader couldn’t do better.
The idea she had any talent whatsoever is unadulterated pure 100% prime bunk!
RIP
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She used to love to fly on the Concorde.
There’s lots of money to made making up bad Poetry.
RIP.
Looks like Google Doodle material to me. Nothing like an obscure “poet” to brighten our Google day come April 4th.
Lots of nasty comments. Surprising because many folks were pissed when he liberals did it to Thatcher. Both sides are so rotten during times like this. Prayers to her and her family. God help us when it is Rush’s time. We really won’t have a leg to stand on.
PBS will do even more specials about her. Oprah will do a mini series on the life and times....
I never understood what the hell she was trying to say in her poetry.
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Drudge must have liked her ‘poetry’
He has a big banner shot of her at his site.
My sympathies to the devil.
The bestest poet since Rod McKuen.
So I guess this means that we’ll be treated to another Obama speech shortly. Yay.
b. April 4, 1928, d. May 28, 2014
When I was 16, a boy in high school evinced interest in me, so I had sex with him — just once. And after I came out of that room, I thought, Is that all there is to it? My goodness, I’ll never do that again! Then, when I found out I was pregnant, I went to the boy and asked him for help, but he said it wasn’t his baby and he didn’t want any part of it.
I was scared to pieces. Back then, if you had money, there were some girls who got abortions, but I couldn’t deal with that idea. Oh, no. No. I knew there was somebody inside me. So I decided to keep the baby.
My older brother, Bailey, my confidant, told me not to tell my mother or she’d take me out of school. So I hid it the whole time with big blouses! Finally, three weeks before I was due, I left a note on my stepfather’s pillow telling him I was pregnant. He told my mother, and when she came home, she calmly asked me to run her bath.
I’ll never forget what she said: “Now tell me this — do you love the boy?” I said no. “Does he love you?” I said no. “Then there’s no point in ruining three lives. We are going to have our baby!”
What a knockout she was as a mother of teens. Very loving. Very accepting. Not one minute of recrimination. And I never felt any shame.
I’m telling you that the best decision I ever made was keeping that baby! Yes, absolutely. Guy was a delight from the start — so good, so bright, and I can’t imagine my life without him.
At 17 I got a job as a cook and later as a nightclub waitress. I found a room with cooking privileges, because I was a woman with a baby and needed my own place. My mother, who had a 14-room house, looked at me as if I was crazy! She said, “Remember this: You can always come home.” She kept that door open. And every time life kicked me in the belly, I would go home for a few weeks.
I struggled, sure. We lived hand-to-mouth, but it was really heart-to-hand. Guy had love and laughter and a lot of good reading and poetry as a child. Having my son brought out the best in me and enlarged my life. Whatever he missed, he himself is a great father today. He was once asked what it was like growing up in Maya Angelou’s shadow, and he said, “I always thought I was in her light.”
Years later, when I was married, I wanted to have more children, but I couldn’t conceive. Isn’t it wonderful that I had a child at 16? Praise God!”
Family Circle Magazine; October 8, 2001
BFL
A friend from high school will be sad. I heard she (black) named her girls “Maya” and “Angelique”. I said nothing about that when I heard.
Communist.