I’ve loved Maya Angelou since I was a boy. I was introduced to her by a teacher early in middle school, and was immediately infatuated. Not to mention she reminds me of my first grade teacher, Miss. Noel – who I will never forget for the inspiration she’s been in my life.
Angelou was not just a writer, or an activist, she was a lover, and pure love. What she meant, she meant well, and what she did, she did with intention. All of us would do well to learn by her, and to be one with her spirit that will live on in her words.
If you don’t know, buy her books, if you do, read them and remember those first moments. And if this poem speaks to you as it speaks to me, then I hope it means as much as this song has meant for me today. I’ve been listening to this in my head all day, and decided to go ahead and record it. But just this once (for now), and just for Maya.
Thank you Maya Angelou, you will be missed.
Come and Be My Baby – Maya Angelou
The highway is full of big cars
Going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we’ve got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering What you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
