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Maya (For The Late Maya Angelou)

You gave us ethereal entries into your life with words
Delivering full blown published creations rising from the lows to the highs
We heard your freedom sing

Though you were named Maya, you were no illusion
Only reality and identity in what you also spoke and stood for
Mighty justification of a writer's truth
We heard your freedom sing.

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