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
Environ 2 ansYour 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.
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plus d'un anRecently, I have been experiencing much anxiety and depression. This poem been has running through my mind. From it I receive I joy and increased energy. Like. much of her writings, I have to be therapeutic. Being able to laugh at oneself is a great healing strategy. It is impossible to feel joy and disappointment at the same time. I say thank you, Dr. Mya Angelou. Your job on this earth was exceeding well done. Of course, I say thank you Allah for creating and giving the world this most remarkable woman.