The first time I read Maya Angelou‘s works, I was a senior in high school. One of my “classes” was office duty in the library. At first, I dreaded it due to the mundane tasks of reshelving books and stacking magazines. But after a while, I paid attention to the book blurbs and titles. My world opened up.
Reading I Know Why the Caged Birds Sing left me feeling like a fly on the wall. Mrs. Angelou’s use of vivid descriptions helped me relate to her experience of racism, understand the admiration for a relative too into themselves, and the desire to be accepted and loved. The story captivated me to the point Continue reading “#Authors Who Inspired Me: Maya Angelou”
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