Remember:Maya Angelou

Remember:Maya Angelou

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Marguerite Annie Johnson; April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American author, poet, dancer, actress and singer. She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, and several books of poetry, and was credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning over 50 years. She received dozens of awards and more than 50 honorary degrees.[3] Angelou is best known for her series of seven autobiographies, which focus on her childhood and early adult experiences. The first, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), tells of her life up to the age of 17 and brought her international recognition and acclaim. She became a poet and writer after a series of occupations as a young adult, including fry cook, prostitute, nightclub dancer and performer, cast member of the opera Porgy and Bess, coordinator for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, and journalist in Egypt and Ghana during the decolonization of Africa. She was an actor, writer, director, and producer of play
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[ A BEYNIKA STORY ] [SLOW UPDATES] They went to the one witch whose only aim is to destroy me, to bury me and every reminder of me alive. Cursed to the future, due to me knowing my worth, to me not tolerating any disrespect thrown my way. Some call it arrogance and cockiness, I called it empowerment. I was stripped away from my power, my ranks, and my immortality and sent down this land of humans they called Earth. They came together to end me, not knowing where they sent me. Not knowing that from the washed away sandcastles, I'd get to water my seeds and watch them grow through her lenses. I waged wars but she came in and showed me peace. To them, only a mortal she is, one who pictures every memory through her lenses. To me, she was a blessing in disguise, she traded my broken heart for hers, she saw my scars and kissed my crimes. After all, her cursed beauty I was. | DISCLAIMER: All the events and characters taking place in this work of fiction are completely fictional and from my imagination. Any coincidence in anything is purely that, coincidental. Proceed to read at your own risk. |

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