It's been awhile, folks. Sorry. I've wanted to post this for several weeks now . . .
In May, the world lost the celebrated African-American author and poet Dr. Maya
Angelou. As a way of confession, I’ll admit I was not too familiar with her life
or her work. Sadly, such is the way of someone like me, someone so narrowly focused
on their own genre, their own tiny niche, that they miss the shining stars in the
writing universe.
With Dr. Angelou’s passing, I saw the vast public outpouring
across the media outlets and wanted to learn more about this Pulitzer Prize-nominated woman who had touched
so many lives.
Dr. Angelou had a difficult childhood. Initially abandoned
by her mother, she and her brother, Bailey Jr., were shuffled between their paternal
grandmother, mother, and father. When Dr. Angelou was eight years old, her
mother’s boyfriend sexually abused her. She told her brother, who told the rest
of their family. The man was eventually murdered, probably by Angelou's uncles.
Angelou became mute for almost five years, believing, as she stated, "I
thought, my voice killed him; I killed that man, because I told his name.”
Dr. Angelou went to live with her grandmother during the
silent years. It was her grandmother who showed her unconditional love and instilled
in her a strong faith and confidence in herself. It was during these silent years that Dr.
Angelou’s grandmother sat next to her and said, “Sister, Momma don’t care what
these people say, that you must be an idiot, a moron, ’cause you can’t talk.
Momma don’t care. Momma know that when you and the good Lord get ready, you
gon’ be a teacher.”
And Dr. Angelou did rise from the ashes of her silent years to become a teacher . . . and an author, poet, dancer, actress, and singer. That’s what is so inspiring to me. She rose from the Depression, a single mother, a cook, a waitress, and a streetcar conductor to be nominated for a Pulitzer Prize. As I stumble through many times of self-doubt with my own writing, I hear confidence in her words-- “A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”
And Dr. Angelou did rise from the ashes of her silent years to become a teacher . . . and an author, poet, dancer, actress, and singer. That’s what is so inspiring to me. She rose from the Depression, a single mother, a cook, a waitress, and a streetcar conductor to be nominated for a Pulitzer Prize. As I stumble through many times of self-doubt with my own writing, I hear confidence in her words-- “A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”
Two of Dr. Angelou’s quotes have struck a very strong chord within
me:
“The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it
slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.”
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people
will forget what you did, but people will never
forget how you made them feel.”
That’s what I want to accomplish with my writing. I want to
touch people’s hearts. I want readers to feel the power behind the words, the
beauty. If I write just for the money, I write for nothing. I want someone to put down one of my stories and say “Wow.”
Just as Dr. Angelou rose throughout her life and her
influence continues to rise even after her passing, I am here with my dreams and
I’m paddling toward the sun which is always before me.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
--Excerpt from Still I Rise by Maya
Angelou
Beautiful tribute to a wise woman, Mark.
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