My first exposure to you, Maya Angelou, was inside the folds of a cheesy Hallmark card when I was a pre-teen. I was searching for the best card I could for Mothers' Day one year, and I came across a Hallmark design with pastel butterflies and flowers. The quotation inside bore your name, but I don't remember what the words were specifically. I just remember rolling my eyes, shutting the card and putting it down. I disliked pastels, but more than that I truly disliked pithy sayings (even at a young age) designed for card-consumers to escape from writing their own true thoughts. Life wasn't a Hallmark card. So I put you down and walked away.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I didn't see the entirety of the work from which the pithy saying was taken.
I'm sorry I didn't see the colour of your rich skin.
I'm sorry I didn't see the poise in your spine, or hear the grace in your voice.
I saw only pastel butterflies and flowers, and assumed a corporation had generated you.
As the years passed by, I began to notice your face behind the Hallmark words. I began to learn that a broken and healed, imperfect and lyrical, failed and succeeded life was behind the pastels. Dropping Hallmark away, I began to understand that there was a little girl who survived rape at age 8, who lived through the Jim Crow era, who brought music and words to Broadway, who bore her soul to people across the world, who penned some of the wisest words of the 20th and 21rst centuries. But I only heard as a white youth. You were profound to me, but only through my lens of privilege.
It wasn't until God began to peel away my lens — my many, many lenses — that I started to be humbled by you. It wasn't until the Spirit melted the scales off of my eyes that I began to sit at your feet, wondering if you'd even accept me. It wasn't until Jesus-the-Coloured-Man showed me a strong black woman, admonishing me to "Hush up! Listen up!"
Listening to you, Maya Angelou, I began to realize that I was a phenomenal woman.
Phenomenal woman. That's me!
Forgive me, Dr.Angelou, for not quite understanding you. So many degree of seperation made you a Hallmark greeting card to me. But that was nearly 25 years ago (has it been so long?); today is an altogether different day.
For how you lived, all I can say to you on the day of your death is: Thank you. As you rise now to meet God, still we rise as your sisters and mothers, cousins and aunts, friends and lovers "into a daybreak that's wondrously clear".
Rest now with your Lover, Eshet chayil.
BY MAYA ANGELOU