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    I must confess I've read precious little Angelou in my time but I'll never forget the day she tipped me 20It was some random gray day in Maruette Michigan must've been the winter of '00 and I was washing dishes as usual at the downtown Landmark Inn Someone tapped me on the shoulder and said hey there's a VIP coming in put on your bellboy hat

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    Maya Angelou was a poet and Nobel laureate who once gave an address at President Clinton's inauguration Before she won her multitudes of awards and honors Maya was raised in rural Stamps Arkansas by her grandmother and uncle during the depression First published in 1969 and now considered a modern classic I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings det

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    I really enjoyed this book It was reuired reading for a University course I took on Adolescent LiteratureThis book has been placed on banned book lists by needlessly close minded people for it's real life contentThe book tastefully addresses issues of molestation rape racism But it does so within the context of the trials and tribulations of growing up as well The book presents things in a direct and extremel

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    My mother could never really speak to me about the abuse she suffered as a little girl the closest we came to talking about her experiences occurred when we read this painful and important book together I imagine

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    Even before I started listening to this audio book I could hear Angelou’s voice deep and distinctive I remember seeing her on tv at some point in the past and notably even though a while ago when she read a poem she had written for President

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    Caged BirdA free bird leapson the back of the windand floats downstreamtill the current endsand dips his wingin the orange sun raysand dares to claim the skyBut a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see throughhis bars of ragehis wings are clipped andhis feet are tiedso he opens his throat to singThe caged bird singswit

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    I have only ever given 5 stars to two autobiographies One was written by a white English man; the other by a black American woman On the surface you would think they could have very little in common yet they do They both have insight and compassion which comes through in every sentence They have both shown enormous cour

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    I was sitting on a bench as I enjoyed the last bits of warm sunlight the dying summer was oozing out scrutinizing a newspaper while calculatedly assuming a thoughtful gaze This little girl ran up to me She said Mister mister I know why the caged bird singsI looked up from reading the financial news That's great kid Now run along can't you see

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    May 2014 I wrote this review a year and a half ago It is written from the perspective of a parent who cares abou

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    45 lyrical poignant honest stars 2018 Honorable Mention Read This was a wonderfully written beginning to Ms Angelou's six volume autobiography I had been wanting to read this for many years and Jean's gorgeous review pushed me over the edge to add this to my shortlist Ms Angelou's writing appears effortless and clear The emotions an

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The ideas of great authors I met and fell in love with William Shakespeare will allow her to be free instead of imprisoned Poetic and powerful I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings will touch hearts and change minds for as long as people read. I was sitting on a bench as I enjoyed the last bits of warm sunlight the dying summer was oozing out scrutinizing a newspaper while calculatedly assuming a thoughtful gaze This little girl ran up to me She said Mister mister I know why the caged bird singsI looked up from reading the financial news That s great kid Now run along can t you see I m busyI turned back to reading on how poorly the economy was doing There s nothing like reading bad news to feed the intellect But mister mister the caged bird sings and I know why I know why la di da la di doo and so should youShe skipped and danced excitedly A bunch of people were standing around bestowing benign smiles on the girl and throwing eager looks in my direction as an emphatic plea to hear her out I heaved a sigh put down the paper and saidAlright little one tell me all about that bird of yoursSo she started talking About her grandmother Momma how strong she was about her momma Mother Dear such a beautiful lady about handsome and kind Brother Bailey and big and absent Father Bailey about her little life in a little corner of a little shop The corner despite its size offers the perfect vantage point to see what goes on in that big world and in the little minds that inhabit it She tells excitedly of her sweet childhood memories and shares her keen observations She offers an insider s view on a part of the world a part of society I was completely unfamiliar with I d heard about cotton pickers of course I saw them depicted in popular culture But what I saw through her tales were not mere depictions but real life people worn out by the burdens of their tasks I saw their fatigue through the small spasms of pain surrounding their lips and uavering shoulders the absence of the glint in their eyes as they were telling their jokes But even as I looked into this unknown world many of it felt familiar to me and I realised that this unknown world is my world our world only there s this wall Who put that stupid thing there The little girl showed me the window in that wall and her generous spirit has left it wide open as the breeze of her story wafted through it I willed her to keep talking and she did with passion and patience Suddenly the girl stopped dancing Looking down at the ground she said with a voice as tiny as a cat s whisker A big man hurt me Real badShe looked up The playful twinkle was gone I was ready to stand up hold her in my arms and tell her things would be fine Her eyes defiant filled with pride and intelligence told me she would have none of that She started dancing again slowly and deliberately More memories ensued The tale matured into one dealing with one of society s biggest embarrassments of black people not being allowed to work on tramcars of dentists not wanting to treat little children with a specific ethnic background But despite the enormity of all this humiliation the little girl kept center stage through her courage wit and wisdom Her pace uickened and I heard a melody of personal memories powerful anecdotes and fiery statements of indignation She sang The house was smudged with unspoken thoughts A bit later she said The unsaid words pushed roughly against the thoughts that we had no craft to verbalize and crowded the room to uneasiness Her apparent elouence made the melodious statement all the profound The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind My relief melted my fears and they liuidly stole down my faceAnd then a momentous description of the wall of racism The girl just told me about how a lady receptionist wouldn t allow her to file a candidacy for a job she was coveting The reasons were hidden yet obvious The girl then sang The miserable little encounter had nothing to do with me the me of me any than it had to do with that silly clerk The incident was a recurring dream concocted years ago by stupid whites and it eternally came back to haunt us all The secretary and I were like Hamlet and Laertes in the final scene where because of harm done by one ancestor to another we were bound to duel to the death Also because the play must end somewhere I went further than forgiving the clerk I accepted her as a fellow victim of the same puppeteerI was awestruck but she was obviously waiting for me to say something What a wonderful tale You re giving that clerk an easy pass there but I m sure that once you re a bit older you ll reconsider this imagery however beautiful it is But how about that bird little girl You didn t mention it let alone the reasons for its singingI ain t no little girl no misterAnd with that she stomped off in a fit of piue and out of my sightI wonder if I ll ever see her again I sure hope so I want to know about that bird Heads of the Colored People fell in love with William Shakespeare will allow her to be The Syrian Rebellion for as long as people read. I was sitting on a bench as I enjoyed the last bits of warm sunlight the dying summer was oozing out scrutinizing a newspaper while calculatedly assuming a thoughtful gaze This little girl ran up to me She said Mister mister I know why the caged bird singsI looked up Lovers Destined financial news That s great kid Now run along can t you see I m busyI turned back to reading on how poorly the economy was doing There s nothing like reading bad news to Prima che tu dica «Pronto» feed the intellect But mister mister the caged bird sings and I know why I know why la di da la di doo and so should youShe skipped and danced excitedly A bunch of people were standing around bestowing benign smiles on the girl and throwing eager looks in my direction as an emphatic plea to hear her out I heaved a sigh put down the paper and saidAlright little one tell me all about that bird of yoursSo she started talking About her grandmother Momma how strong she was about her momma Mother Dear such a beautiful lady about handsome and kind Brother Bailey and big and absent Father Bailey about her little life in a little corner of a little shop The corner despite its size offers the perfect vantage point to see what goes on in that big world and in the little minds that inhabit it She tells excitedly of her sweet childhood memories and shares her keen observations She offers an insider s view on a part of the world a part of society I was completely unfamiliar with I d heard about cotton pickers of course I saw them depicted in popular culture But what I saw through her tales were not mere depictions but real life people worn out by the burdens of their tasks I saw their Sweeter Than Wine fatigue through the small spasms of pain surrounding their lips and uavering shoulders the absence of the glint in their eyes as they were telling their jokes But even as I looked into this unknown world many of it Lady Ariana felt Milk And Honey familiar to me and I realised that this unknown world is my 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Sent by their mother to live with their devout self sufficient grandmother in a small Southern town Maya and her brother Bailey endure the ache of abandonment and the prejudice of the local powhitetrash At eight years old and back at her. I must confess I ve read precious little Angelou in my time but I ll never forget the day she tipped me 20It was some random gray day in Maruette Michigan must ve been the winter of 00 and I was washing dishes as usual at the downtown Landmark Inn Someone tapped me on the shoulder and said hey there s a VIP coming in put on your bellboy hat and head out front I didn t put on my bellboy hat because I didn t have one just the same dirty drenched apron I wore every day in that year or two between high school and college at least whenever I wasn t sitting in my shitty little apartment or else wasting time and brain cells someplace elseStepping out into the sub zero winds I saw before me the grandest tour bus I d ever seen in my whole entire life Even to this day I ve still yet to see a grander one In fact the only thing grander than the bus itself was the mink coat on the elderly black woman exiting it and I ll never forget the words she spoke to my soaked skinny ass there on the frozen sidewalk of my youthBoy you ll catch yo death out hereIf I d remained outdoors another hour or so I suppose I may ve proven her right Instead I hauled her six or seven massive bags inside into the elevator and up to her room on the fifth floor of the historic Landmark InnMaya Angelou tipped me 20 and I never even read her fucking bookWhat an asshole I am Flat World Navigation forget the day she tipped me 20It was some random gray day in Maruette Michigan must ve been the winter of 00 and I was washing dishes as usual at the downtown Landmark Inn Someone tapped me on the shoulder and said hey there s a VIP coming in put on your bellboy hat and head out A House of My Own Stories from My Life front I didn t put on my bellboy hat because I didn t have one just the same dirty drenched apron I wore every day in that year or two between high school and college at least whenever I wasn t sitting in my shitty little apartment or else wasting time and brain cells someplace elseStepping out into the sub zero winds I saw before me the grandest tour bus I d ever seen in my whole entire life Even to this day I ve still yet to see a grander one In Under Her Command (The Bosss Pet, fact the only thing grander than the bus itself was the mink coat on the elderly black woman exiting it and I ll never El Gaucho Martín FierroLa vuelta de Martín Fierro forget the words she spoke to my soaked skinny ass there on the Fragonard Art and Eroticism frozen sidewalk of my youthBoy you ll catch yo death out hereIf I d remained outdoors another hour or so I suppose I may ve proven her right Instead I hauled her six or seven massive bags inside into the elevator and up to her room on the The Monarchs Are Missing floor of the historic Landmark InnMaya Angelou tipped me 20 and I never even read her Touchstone fucking bookWhat an asshole I am

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Mother’s side in St Louis Maya is attacked by a man many times her age and has to live with the conseuences for a lifetime Years later in San Francisco Maya learns that love for herself the kindness of others her own strong spirit and. Even before I started listening to this audio book I could hear Angelou s voice deep and distinctive I remember seeing her on tv at some point in the past and notably even though a while ago when she read a poem she had written for President Clinton s inauguration This autobiography of her early years from age four through sixteen makes for a tough story at times but an amazing telling of it At four years old she and her brother Bailey are sent to Stamps Arkansas to live with their paternal grandmother a staunchly religious and savvy store owner and their disabled Uncle Willy They help at the store go to school and live through times of ugly racism Four years later they go to live with their mother and at eight years old Maya is raped by her mother s boyfriend The children return to live with their grandmother but Maya is so scarred by the attack that she stops speaking for several years Yet amid the bad times in this depiction of the Jim Crow south there are times of happiness and revelation of what life has to offer It is back in Stamps that she develops a love of reading and she calls Shakespeare her first white love She shares the joy of making her first friend and her unconditional love for her brother Bailey The descriptions of the revival meeting and the church picnic and the days at her grandmother s store are poetic and she took me there with her wonderful story telling A few years later they move back with their mother and it is here in California that we see the impact of the past on her and also see her come of age at sixteen on her journey to becoming the renown activist writer poet Angelou does nothing short of bare her heart and soul in this deeply personal and affecting narrative Catching Fire for herself the kindness of others her own strong spirit and. Even before I started listening to this audio book I could hear Angelou s voice deep and distinctive I remember seeing her on tv at some point in the past and notably even though a while ago when she read a poem she had written The Wiley Handbook of Obsessive Compulsive Disorders, 2 Volume Set (Wiley Clinical Psychology Handbooks) for President Clinton s inauguration This autobiography of her early years The Apple Bandit (Nancy Drew: Notebooks, from age Incubus four through sixteen makes The Sharpe Companion The Early Years for a tough story at times but an amazing telling of it At Tantra y salchicha. La vía sabrosa al sexo sagrado four years old she and her brother Bailey are sent to Stamps Arkansas to live with their paternal grandmother a staunchly religious and savvy store owner and their disabled Uncle Willy They help at the store go to school and live through times of ugly racism Four years later they go to live with their mother and at eight years old Maya is raped by her mother s boyfriend The children return to live with their grandmother but Maya is so scarred by the attack that she stops speaking Textbook of Clinical Hemodynamics for several years Yet amid the bad times in this depiction of the Jim Crow south there are times of happiness and revelation of what life has to offer It is back in Stamps that she develops a love of reading and she calls Shakespeare her Down and Out in Paris and London first PHP Pocket Reference few years later they move back with their mother and it is here in California that we see the impact of the past on her and also see her come of age at sixteen on her journey to becoming the renown activist writer poet Angelou does nothing short of bare her heart and soul in this deeply personal and affecting narrative