One thing about me, I'm little and low, I find me a man wherever I go.
They call me string bean 'cause I'm so tall, men see me, they ready to fall.
I'm fat as butter and sweet as cake, men start to tremble every time I shake.
I'm young as morning and fresh as dew, everybody loves me, and so do you.
I'm little and lean, sweet to the bone, they like to pick me up and carry me home.
When I passed forty, I dropped pretense 'cause men like women who got some sense.
Fifty-five is perfect, so is fifty-nine, 'cause every man needs to rest sometime.
-Maya Angelou
The reason I blogged this poem is a memory that I thought about this morning while enjoying my day. When I was a freshman in junior high school, myself and six other girls that had hung out together participated in our African-American History Society (AAHS) program. So, we each picked a part that best described us and we recited our poem to our student body and enjoyed our program and enjoyed our evening. And now, SIX years later, it popped in my head and I tried to remember who was in the poem and who had which part and everything about the program. So, it just brought back memories and I decided to blog.
Much love to Maya Angelou, she is an amazing poet and I enjoy them all.
Good nite!!
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