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Poetry Slam

A Good Woman Feeling Bad

By: Maya Angelou

The blues may be the life you’ve led

Or midnight hours in 

An empty bed. But persecuting 

Blues I’ve known 

Could stalk 

Like tigers, break like bone,

Pend like rope in 

A gallows tree,

Make me curse

My pedigree,

Bitterness thick on

A rankling tongue

A psalm to love that’s

left unsung,

feeling bad

Rivers heading north

But ending south,

Funeral music

In a going-home mouth.

All riddles are blues,

And all blues are sad,

and I’m only mentioning

SOME blues I’ve had. 

bad

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Author:

Mother and Self Created Queen seeking to change the lives of people in the world. I want people to know that #SelfLove is thee most important love in the world. I have experienced many things in life and know first hand how it is and feels to be alone in a world surrounded by many people. I started the social Media Label #FindingMe to promote and encourage self love, growth, and encouragement through life struggles. I am currently writing a book and studying life coaching, counseling, and psychotherapy. I advocate for movements in life, our universe deserves to know that there are more people who appreciate the greatness in life than there are who do not appreciate it.

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