Yesterday would have been the birthday of one of the women I look up to, Maya Angelou. She was one of the most amazing women in history as a poet, writer, the first female black director in Hollywood (to name some) and, probably most famously, as a civil rights activist working alongside Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcom X.
P.S. I thought today was Wednesday 😉
Alone
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.
Maya Angelou
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