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Poetry Slam

My Guilt

By Maya Angelou

My guilt is “slavery’s chains.” too long 

the clang of iron falls down the years.

this brother’s sold, this sister’s gone, 

is bitter wax, lining my ears.

My guilt made music with tears. 

My crime is “heroes, dead and gone,”

dead Vesey, Turner, Gabriel, 

dead Malcolm, Marcus, Martin King.

They fought too hard, they loved too well.

My crime is I’m alive to tell. 

My sin is “hanging from a tree,”

I do not scream, it makes me proud.

I take to dying like a man.

I do it to impress the crowd. 

My sin lies in not screaming loud.

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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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