Go Maya

A poem that wasn't supposed to be written, but was. In memory of Maya Angelou.

Go Maya 

Somebody lied to and told you the poets would keep going

The writers would remove themselves from in front of computer screens and write something they loved and maybe not others

Lies aren't always so bad though

Not if they're built upon rocks put in place to help others step up

To help others come too. Later.

Go Maya

Dance a song 

A light

A smile 

They told the poets. Us. They told us we'd be fine

They told us we would still be poets and you'd now be a poem found written on the back of any old thing

We won't take up our milk crates but buy new Moleskines and pens

And make sense of these new you's that knew quite knew you

Go Maya

While we make sense of this new you