When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke,
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,
I laugh so hard I almost choke
When I think about myself.
Sixty years in these folks’ world
The child I works for calls me girl
I say “Yes ma’am” for working’s sake.
Too proud to bend
Too poor to break,
I laugh until my stomach ache,
When I think about myself.
My folks can make me split my side,
I laughed so hard I nearly died,
The tales they tell, sound just like lying,
They grow the fruit,
But eat the rind,
I laugh until I start to crying,
When I think about my folks.

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XXetOO edward trivigino
2 meses

2 books made major impacts upon my life...I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings and Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee. I know Ms. Angelou wrote the first..........and KUDOS also to whomever wrote the second.

Pheonix Locken
4 meses

This poem is good but I’m doing a project but I don’t get what it means!

XXetOO edward trivigino
XXetOO edward trivigino
2 meses

Your conceptual meaning of a poem is YOURS. IT's only real and actual meaning, is only known to the writer, IF they are lucky enough to WHY the words flowed from their fingers in the first place.......in most cases, that is NOT the case. IE: I have green eyes. I am 5'6" tall. I have a gift. I can pretty much cover why I have green eyes and why I am 5'6" tall...........but, I have no idea why I am able to run words together in a form which others find appealing. I also have no pride, as if I worked towards that goal and accomplished it, in being able to do so. It, is just is, as are my two green eyes. I didn't do a single thing in my life to have either. I didn't start life with brown eyes, and work towards having green one's as some sort of myopic rather have blond hair rather than black. CLAIROL is only a temporary solution. They, and I, and what is within me that I may express well or poorly, as the like or dislike of green eyes, are also likable or not, and ONLY I need be pleased by either. If I am ever not pleased with what I write, I will cease writing. The entire concept of English teachers trying to discern the MEANING of a poets, poem, is on its' face, at the least, a farcical whimsy. In actuality, the writer has an emotional feeling he/she feels to write for themselves. IT usually starts in the writers mind with a single first line. A good first line, after which it just rolls, unplanned, unscripted, and like the tributaries to the Amazon River, sometimes the banks overflow and water does not make it to the mouth of the river, nor the sea. That does NOT mean the water gets lost. You can not destroy water. There has always been the same amount of water on Earth, since it became Earth. Nor can thought be destroyed. Both however, can change. Neither can remain unchanged. Neither can remain as first formed without perish. The conundrum is in finding which form was first, and/or, which form is best.

Charlize J
alrededor de 1 año

What is the meaning of the poem?

Delwyn Birch
más de 1 año

I see God in your work.

Hailish Yelzeger
casi 2 años

RIP dear sweet beautiful Marguerite <3

casi 2 años

What does grow the fruit and eat the rind mean?

Hailish Yelzeger
Hailish Yelzeger
casi 2 años

It means.. slaves tended to the crops but did not get to eat what was grown.. given scraps instead - a rind of fruit.

Isabella Koldras
más de 2 años

..it is a journey ...not a destination... R.I.P. Maya Angelou.

Shemené Kok
más de 2 años

Yeah I like reading this one every now and then, reminds me of what poetry truly is.

Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
casi 3 años

May you rest in peace my dear Lady Maya Angelou. There will not be anybody very soon that will reach the heights of your success and be loved so much...

Maria Do Céu Pires Costa
Maria Do Céu Pires Costa
casi 2 años

Hi, dear Ingeborg! :) I'd like to invite you to read my poem "Deep Trail in Poetry". Then you'll see my association to your post above. Thanks in advance.

alrededor de 3 años

a marvel fuse,

Darío Martínez
alrededor de 3 años

Really lovely, madam. Congrats!
(Buenos Aires, Argentina).

alrededor de 3 años

Amen to this one. These words have given me inspiration.

Great poem.


Rocio Fierro
alrededor de 3 años

I really like this poem!

Robert L. Martin
alrededor de 3 años

The world is a funny place.

más de 3 años

Incredibly moving poem, I enjoyed every line!

D. Thurmond   aka  JEF (James Everett Falcon)
más de 3 años

Well said.

más de 4 años

you truly have a talent , don't give up on yourself you're amazing and have something great destined for you, don't give up on yourself <3

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