They ate!! I got chillssssss broooo ❤❤❤

"Stop eating your nails, no wonder you don't attract males" How did she know?

You sound like the critical voice in my head.

Nice❤

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The maia mayor is an american poet?

We can relate the poem to us , because in teenage our mom will afraid of our future

To quote one of my favorite poems "I am not yours to hold. And if you keep walking around telling girls to smile more no one will ever want to be. And if you get any closer I'll bite you, and smile red"

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Man stfu Mexico ain’t part of the America u fuckn dumbass😂

I love this poem, some of it sounds like the voice in my head.

the phenomenal Maia Mayor

Lyrics pls🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Please do not say that

What a wonderfull poem is this iam heard and sit on a sleep like night iam very like this song what a wonderfull song is thiss..... 🌹

slam poetry slays

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"You disappoint me Maya" Her voice kills me every time I listen to this she doesn't even sound broken it's more she sounds frustrated like a child not understanding why their mom is yelling at them I come back to this video a lot and it's helping me heal more than regular therapy

Blood is better than tears anyways.

We get it. she’s a wannabe. Poetry needs a lot of work now a days. They all even recite their poems the same. Can’t tell who from who

🤩Wow🤩🤩

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THIS WAS EIGHT YEARS AGO! EIGHT! It's worse now.

Love it

I like it 👍❤❤😊

💛💛 love it..😊😊

I come back to this video every so often because it resonates deeply within me.

Meegan Lee Ochs is the name of the channel with this John Legend presentation at the Hollywood Bowl. If the channel is maintained by the daughter of Phil Ochs, who passed in 1976, can someone please explain whether she collaborated with others on composing this poem? If Meegan wasn’t involved with the creative process, did she produce the Hollywood Bowl presentation in 2014? If not, what connection does she have to this video, if any? Is she a videographer? I love Meegan’s dad’s music. This is why I’m curious about her name’s connection to our video.

So damn real

Idk if you'll ever see this but I want you to know I listen to this almost weekly as a mother. It really helps me stay conscious of how I speak to and criticize or encourage my kids.

My favourite artist shown on a youtube account where I love hear poetry makes me so happy 🤩❤‍🔥

Good [morning/afternoon/evening], everyone. Today, I have the privilege of reciting a powerful and iconic poem by the legendary Maya Angelou, titled 'Phenomenal Woman.' Maya Angelou was a renowned poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist, whose work has inspired and empowered generations. 'Phenomenal Woman' is one of her most celebrated poems, capturing the essence of what it means to embrace one's identity and inner strength. In this poem, Angelou challenges conventional notions of beauty and celebrates the power, confidence, and grace of women who define their worth on their own terms. It's a bold affirmation of self-love and resilience, reminding us all that true beauty comes from within. As I recite 'Phenomenal Woman,' I invite you to reflect on the profound message it conveys-that each of us possesses a unique and undeniable brilliance that makes us truly phenomenal. Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care. ’Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.

This is too relatable...

Estie that was amazing❤❤

Each and every word hurts and the tears rolling down her cheeks atlast really breks my heart💔🥺

That's a phenomenal reading! Yusuf reads it with a lot less anger, but I love that edge she brings to the microphone. Requiem should use proper pronouns, "he", can be "she", especially considering mental anguish. Many, "he's" also suffer. The let downs, the name calling, all the same. I too was broken, and "he", can also suffer the evil god awful wind of, "them"!

Hi! Waybe u can put the text of poems under the video? I learn english with your channel😁 And for other subscribers it can be useful. Thanks and good luck from Ukraine😉

That was rough

Good poem ❤❤

Good poem ❤❤❤❤

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenkmenal woman That's me Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need for my care. ’Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.

Maia, I want you to know that your poem inspired me to re-embody a long-forgotten strength. Grateful.

I so love this. It's on a similar topic as Cheryl Wheeler's (hilarious!) song "Unworthy", but I feel so much better after hearing it... ;-)

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You sound like my mother, ouch.💔

this spoken poetry is timeless

gut wrenching just as i like it ~

Just checking you out. I think only friends will listen to you with interest as you talk about what supplies you brought to paint with 😅 this reminds me of me and my art bestie 💗

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