Aghilesta

«Les hommes ont peur de la mort,
comme les enfants du noir ;
chez les enfants cette peur
est due aux histoires qu'on leur raconte,
chez les hommes aussi.»
[ Maya Angelou ]

Maya Angelou
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(née Marguerite Johnson 4,avril , 1928)
est une poete Americaine
memoriste, actrice et une importante figure dans :
(the American Civil Rights Movement.)
mouvement americain des droits civil en 1971
fut nominée pour le prix Pulitzer en 1993
et gagna :
le Grammy Award pour Best Spoken Word Album for ;
On the Pulse of Morning.
En 2005, Angelou fut honoree:
par Oprah Winfrey chez elle "Legends Ball" along
avec 25 autres femmes Afro-Americaine
que Winfrey considere" inspirationelles.

une partie de son oeuvre :
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A Conceit
Alone
Equality
Massa got me workin
Human Family
Insomniac
Men
Million Man March Poem
Momma Welfare Roll
Cornbread and Watermelon Pie
On the Pulse of Morning
Passing Time
Phenomenal Woman
Refusal
Remembrance
Still I Rise
The Detached
The Lesson
They Went Home
Touched by an Angel
Weekend Glory
When You Come
Woman Work
Kin
True Love
Mother
Life Doesn't frighten me
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

A Little Budding Rose
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by Emily Jane Brontë

It was a little budding rose,
Round like a fairy globe,
And shyly did its leaves unclose
Hid in their mossy robe,
But sweet was the slight and spicy smell
It breathed from its heart invisible.

The rose is blasted, withered, blighted,
Its root has felt a worm,
And like a heart beloved and slighted,
Failed, faded, shrunk its form.
Bud of beauty, bonnie flower,
I stole thee from thy natal bower.

I was the worm that withered thee,
Thy tears of dew all fell for me;
Leaf and stalk and rose are gone,
Exile earth they died upon.
Yes, that last breath of balmy scent
With alien breezes sadly blent!

by Emily Jane Brontë





I lived from 1818-1848. I was from England, and am in the English category.

Considered by many to be the greatest writer of the three Brontë sisters, Charlotte, Emily and Anne.

Ton corps plus doux que ton esprit

Ton corps plus doux que ton esprit
S'exposait hier à ma vue,
Et d'un transport qui me surprit
Soulageait l'ardeur qui me tue.

Ton visage masqué me rit
Ainsi qu'au travers d'une nue,
Et sous le gant qui la couvrit
Ta main m'apparut demi nue.

Même pour mieux flatter mes sens
De mille plaisirs innocents,
Ton sein poussait hors de ta robe.

Cloris, n'est-ce pas proprement
Que ton corps de toi se dérobe
Pour se donner à ton amant ?
Charles VION D'ALIBRAY

You are in love with Tommy,
Because his last name is Hilfiger,
But behind closed doors,
Tommy,Is calling you a nigger.
But you could care less,
Because you have been taught to dress to impress,
If I ask you about your true history,
You would have to look on the back of your jeans and Guess.
You come up in the club wearing Versace,
Clothes made by a homosexual male,
So even when you say you are straight,
It is very hard to tell,And for footwear,
you wear Timberlands.
Even under the sun,That same tree that's the symbol for them,
Could have been the same one your ancestors were hung from.
I cannot forget Nautica,When was the last memory you have of ships,
Coming to North America in shackles,
Being beaten over the back with whips.
And to my beautiful black queens,
Whose creative womb has become barren,
I am confused because your face says Nefertiti,
But your sweater reads Donna Karen.
When was the last time you saw Liz Claiborne,
Conversing with black women,
But as soon as her name is printed on a purse,
To Macy's you quickly go, running.
Ralph Lauren doesn't even look at black men,
Unless they are driving him around town,
But as soon as that slave master appears on the back of a horse,
You put whatever you have picked up down.
My people reclaim your status in this world and in your life,
F.U.B.U. in case you didn't know,
stands for (For Us By Us),
Buying black will someday suffice,
Do you know who owns Timberland fashion?Well,
Timberland is owned by the president of the KKK,Surprised? Don't be.
Read more books black people,Always hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
You may not get what you pay for,
But you'll surely pay for what you get.
~ Maya Angelou "
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