Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon,
The dinosaur, who left dried tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow,
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness
Have lain too long
Facedown in ignorance,
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out to us today,
You may stand upon me,
But do not hide your face.
Alone - Poem By Maya Angelou
Momma Welfare Roll - Poem By Maya Angelou
Phenomenal Woman - Poem by Maya Angelou
Touched by an Angel - Poem By Maya Angelou
The Mothering Blackness - Poem By Maya Angelou
Kin - Poem By Maya Angelou
Awaking in New York - Poem By Maya Angelou
Weekend Glory - Poem By Maya Angelou