Maya Angelou was a writer, poet, storyteller, and all around amazing woman. I remember, clearly, when I read I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, in an Honors English Class, in eight grade. I still have that exact copy, nearly every sentence highlighted, notes scribbled in the pages (I had yet to learn the fine art of actual, useful, note-taking within a text).
I recall being struck by many things in that book, but the one that has really stuck with me was how beautifully she used language. Here was a piece of prose, that was also poetry. Power, and beautiful, and haunting.
Throughout life I’ve revisited her work, read her poems, and her reflections and thoughts. And now, upon her passing, it is amazing to see the flood of people and organizations that are joining in remembering her. Sharing her wisdom, and her beautiful words and her contributions to the world.
Many are reflecting on her impact, on the impact she had on the world, as well as the more personal impact she had on people.
I hope, that someday, I can have even a fraction of the impact on the world that she has had.