Maya Angelou Poem

Remembering

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Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleeve
to peer into my eyes while
I within deny their threats
and answer them with lies.

Mushlike memories perform
a ritual on my lips
I lie in stolid hopelessness
and they lay my soul in strips.

 

In a Time
When You Come to Me

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