Black History Month: Acrostic Poetry Series

Mute at the tender age of eight, but collected in your memory bank, was sources of precious knowledge

African dance and the calypso art form as a journey to be reborn with a new name aside from Johnson

You were an activist, a poet, a genius who didn't boast it, but had confidence in you, not seeing yourself as garage

And in 1978, you published a poem of the fate of the amazing poise, strength, and grace of a "Phenomenal Woman"

Autobiographies, a total of five, where you try in merely pages, to sum up your tender young ages, not yet facing stardom

Novelty in acting, you pace the world unpacking, racial injustice, blackness at the "Roots" of incredible substance

Granted many awards and honors, you were delicate in pondering your love for your Creator, also receiving the Metal of Freedom

Earnest in your faith, you remained in spotlight's gaze as woman of remarkable wisdom, truly magnificent in your essence

Legacy is the story of your footprints on this earth, and in it's pertinence, the impact measured by how deep your foot ingrained in the soil

Of course, it's without remittance that you walked with deep admittance that your heart was purely committed to your craft, you had to toil

Unmeasured was your wit, your mannerisms and aptitude of greatness, a phenomenal woman, that was you, Maya Angelou