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The world is saddened today to learn that African American renowned poet, civil rights activist and author passed away this morning at age 86. Even though she is no longer with us physically, she left with us the blessing that is her work and its impact. In celebration of the life of this Phenomenal Woman, here are 21 inspiring facts you may not know about Angelou.

1. Angelou was born Marguerite Ann Johnson in St. Louis, Mo on April 4, 1928.

2. Angelou descended from the Mende people of West Africa. maya4

3. In high school, Angelou studied dance and drama.

4. At the age of 14, she dropped out of school. 5. Angelou was San Francisco’s first African-American, female street car conductor.

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6. Angelou once lived and worked in Cairo as an editor of an English-language weekly newspaper.

7. Angelou once lived in Ghana and taught at the University of Ghana’s School of Music and Drama. maya1

8. Angelou spoke several languages, including French, Spanish, Italian, Arabic and the West African language Fanti.

9. Angelou met Malcolm X in Ghana.

10. Angelou returned to America in 1964 to help Malcolm X form his Organization of African American Unity.

11. Angelou served as northern coordinator for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference on the request of Martin Luther King Jr.


12. She met Nelson Mandela in Cairo in 1962 and remained good friends with him till his death in 2013.

13. At age 7, she was raped by her mother’s boyfriend. (As described in her most popular book “I know why the caged bird sings). Her uncles killed her rapist.

14. Feeling responsible for the death of her rapist, Angelou was mute for five years.

15. In 2010, President Obama awarded Angelou with the Presidential Medal of Freedom. maya7

16. Angelou won three Grammy Awards for her spoken-word albums.

17. Although Angelou never went back to school, she received over thirty honorary doctoral degrees.

18. At the time of her death, Angelou had published seven autobiographies, three essay books, and several books of poetry.

19. Angelou was married at least twice (no confirmed number): to Tosh Angelos in 1951 and Paul du Feu in 1973, and in 1961 had a relationship with Vusumzi Make.

20. Angelou has one son Guy, one grandson, and two great-grandchildren.

21. Angelou loved to watch Law & Order and was an avid country music lover.

maya3 RIP Maya…..

Stay Inspired,

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Life is a fire.
Our youth is devoured in a sea of flames.
Washed ashore now we are aged.
Left with memories and wrinkles we are feeble.
We envisage on that beyond and tremble.

Life is a force.
Pushing us towards an inevitable end.
With occasional twists and turn; we falter and learn.
A force with unthinkable intensity.
Influencing a change in our humanity.

Life is a walk-albeit a long one.
With the journey’s end unknown.
Armed with Faith as a compass we go.
Most avoiding the road not taken.
Choosing rather the path well beaten.

Life is a consciousness -forged in a choice.
A toss of the coin,head or tail
Only few know to tip the scale.
These choices become a sum total of us.
Elysian luck adding a plus.

Life is a play.
Rehearsed before its audience.
The Divine as a visible ambiance.
Lights on,lights out,action,cut!
Ends. Take a bow. Proceed forth.

Life is love.
And love is life.
God is love.
And love is life.
One say, the crowning grace of humanity.
I say,the very essence of humanity.

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Growing up, she, like many others, had always dreamed of seeing her face on billboards and magazine covers.
Dreams filled with a super model’s reality; runways, cameras, lights, glitz, glamour, sights but with each passing day, this dream lost colour.
Dreams once filled with lights, slowly became as dark as the colour of her skin
She thought, in her mind, that she could not be the perfect model because she was tall, striking but dark-skinned.
She grew a sense of inadequacy; almost pretty, almost beautiful, she was almost perfect, with her skin to blame for this ‘almost-ness’.

All the girls she had seen on billboards, magazine covers, music videos and considered beautiful were light-skinned. Even in school she’d observe boys having a stronger attraction for the lighter-skinned girls.
In her deep and once shimmery brown eyes, dark skin was the runner up in society..

Daily, she wondered why her skin was dark and questioned God’s fairness – or rather, darkness. She felt she had a bone to pick with HIM. Why had HE been wicked to her by placing the curse of dark skin on her? HE had watched her get teased at school yet HE did nothing.

Sadly, she had never learned, or better yet been taught to embrace her colour. She had never been told that she was beautiful – which she was – and that her dark skin was a blessing from the Most High.
She had never learned of this skin’s freedom her ancestors fought for…Instead, she had heard so many myths of dark skin: one being that it was a curse from the most High for His leftover creation.
The loudest echoing in her mind was that “the paint God used for His children got finished when He was almost done creating them, so the dark skinned creation remained unpolished”.
Another she’d heard was that “while God was creating man, He got tired, fell asleep, and some of his creations got burnt in the process…”She would give anything just to be lighter or get out of her skin….

I wish I could tell her our history, our story. I wish I could tell her the truth; tell her that God never makes mistakes, created her in His own image.
Wish I could tell her that true beauty comes from within and by being comfortable in one’s skin. She is black, therefore she is beautiful.
If only she could hear me…..

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The Bitch!
She wants him no more
He’s glad. She crazy!
No family, no friends, she hazey!
She left them a long time ago to find food
But did it really bring her no good?
She cries she laughs,
Wanting to hold those hands
Praying hard for a sweet caress
But this life no good she feels depressed
Many in the past she opened her mouth
But deep in her heart they open the scars
Hope held but deferred so quick
So says the bible makes so sick
But why one should be singled to suffer
Even one friend to have is a fear monger
To quench her hunger
She hopes to surrender
Her heart to the next Prince charming
Only for she to see the charging
What a life of jerks
Even hate the fucking perks!
But she will get used to it she says
I will become the bitch of their days
No one will I let in to my heart
Since they do, I’ll do my part.

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I sit and stare
I hope you’re there
Somewhere beneath this mask

I hope and pray
I wash away
And hope that you will last

Foundation’s hardly a foundation
Mascara doesn’t make my vision clear
The blush doesn’t provide the rush
Of the blood beckoned by a man’s touch

My eye shadow hides my eyes’ shadow
I’m tired but no one knows
Concealer is really a revealer
That my still waters are still shallow

No one can really see me
Under all this stuff
Yet still I pile on more
Hoping that it is enough

Today there was an E special
Talking about Brazilian weaves and lace fronts
I can’t really decide on which costume I really want

I want to go “natural”
Because it’s aesthetically deep
But every time I get before this mirror of mine
Its Mac and L’Oreal by the heap

The stars are airbrushed
And I don’t know how to keep up
So I dip every single brush
In hopes that I’ll measure up

They light up the night’s sky
And the eyes of the man I want
So I must weave my own Brazilian
And glue on my lace front

He wants a smaller waist
I remove the Biblical rib I was given
He wants rounder tits,
So the surgeon makes 2 more incisions


I don’t know by what I am driven
I seek not recognition or fame
I just want the average Joe
To see me as more than the average Jane

The pressure is immense
My caloric intake is on the rise
But my fear of a fat ass
Is imbedded in these Mickey D’s fries

So I swallow then I throw up
I digest and then I regurgitate
For the statistics echo in my head
As my up-chuck swirls on my plate

How can I be me?
When everyone else seeks to define who that is?
How can I be a size 12, when size 2 is the new 6?
Damn! Can you let a girl live?!

A pressure that’s all mine
Makes contentment impossible
A pressure that’s all the media’s
Makes self satisfaction implausible
So I reach out into the unknown
Fingernails firmly fixed on
Reaching for an image that’s trim and toned
A Halle Berry clone
Taking my place on the conveyor belt
Turning into a drone
Hoping to be churned out a Barbie
All paint and plastic – head to toe


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Have a way with words? Are you nice with a pen? Do you have rhymes and spoken words on paper that can move the next person emotionally?…
Well, CeeJay Productions presents Lyrical Warfare, A Poetry Contest composed of 3 rounds with an opportunity to win $200.

First round: Send in your poem with email address and contact information via ceejayproductions.com. BEST 50 are selected for the second round and notified.

Second Round: The selected poets/lyricists are required to send a new set of poems. The top 20 are selected to the final round.

Final Round: The 20 poets/lyricists will be required to send a final set of poems and the best poem will be selected and the poet award a cash prize of $200.

The Competition is open to everyone, and the only rule is that the poems don’t exceed 500 words. Open till Dec 5th, 2010.

For information and where to submit poems, visits the website www.ceejayproductions.com and follow me on twitter @CJayProductions for updates.