Poem: Ode To Maya
Written By Quietstorm
My dedication to a Phenomenal Woman who gave me the strength and courage to become who I am today. Laying down The Lesson that you are who you strive to be. I see vividly without looking for the proof, while some are blind to A Brave and Startling Truth. On the Pulse of Morning that I heard the news of her passing, I felt somber because my hero was no longer alive. But then I realized what it meant when they say “The Rock Cries Out to Us Today” because she spoke to my soul. Her Remembrance will always keep me blessed. On those Insomniac nights, I cradled her books in bed using the street lights as my fixture. Through Weekend Glory, her story became my adventure. Growing up I was a shy and sheltered youth who learned to see the beauty through words. Verbs and nouns became my best friend. I was never Alone, as long as I held a book. I captured my being with a paper and a pen. What started out as Passing Time became my beauty within. My Refusal to see the negative among me because I was too busy writing scriptures that would leave me with a positive spirit. I still see those days, Awaking in New York where my mother birthed me. Through A Plagued Journey, I was always taught that God would be your guiding light. As long as We Had Him, you would always be alright. Even though the cries, I shout “Still I Rise“. The Detached feeling I had toward Men was an issue that I dealt with the majority of my life. I always knew that I was different but I embraced what I thought was my flaw. I now see it as a blessing because of the happiness I now receive knowing that Women Work for me. Now I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings to me.