Mar 30
3 min read
A Maya Angelou Poem for the Days we just Can’t Make it on our Own.
I heard this poem for the first time 28 years ago.
I was 11 years old, sitting in my living room watching “Poetic Justice,” Maya Angelou‘s words filling the air.
This week, I found myself repeating two lines from this poem over and over in my head. They seemed to pop into my mind randomly — or…
