She is a phenomenal woman, a caged bird and we know that still she rises. Maya Angelou occupies three of the “Top 10” most popular poem slots on Poemhunter.Com. She is the most recently living author in the top 10, having passed away in 2014.
Today she is 90. I wish I was at her birthday party. From the poem below I just know I would eat well, she even included some Irish stew. Happy Birthday Maya, wherever you are.
I am adding a late edit to this post. It has emerged that the shooter in the YouTube offices in California yesterday was Nasim Aghdam. She injured three people with a handgun and then took her own life. She was a 39 year old Vegan-themed content creator. That fact just seems to fit in here somehow, the words “anxious zeal” might be used to describe her actions.
The Health-Food Diner ; by Maya Angelou
No sprouted wheat and soya shoots
and brussels in a cake,
carrot straw and spinach raw,
(today, I need a steak).
Not thick brown rice and rice pilaw
or mushrooms creamed on toast,
turnips mashed and parsnips hashed,
(I’m dreaming of a roast).
Health-food folks around the world
are thinned by anxious zeal,
they look for help in seafood kelp
(I count on breaded veal).
No smoking signs, raw mustard greens,
zucchini by the ton,
uncooked kale and bodies frail
are sure to make me run
loins of pork and chicken thighs
and standing rib, so prime,
pork chops brown and fresh ground round
(I crave them all the time).
Irish stews and boiled corned beef
and hot dogs by the scores,
or any place that saves a space
for smoking carnivores.