I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
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Maya Angelou’s “Human Family” poem emphasizes both the diversity and shared humanity of people. While individuals differ in appearance, beliefs, and experiences, the poem highlights our fundamental similarities. Ultimately, despite our visible differences, we are more alike than we are unalike, underscoring a universal connection among all humans.
Maya Angelou’s “Weekend Glory” captures the essence of life for working-class individuals who enjoy their weekends despite societal judgments. The speaker finds joy in simple pleasures, prioritizing self-care and socializing over materialism, while emphasizing the importance of hard work and resilience. Life may not be perfect, but it is fulfilling.
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