From the Sesame Street tumblr; how many will remember her best.
Pause a moment and think of her elegant turn of phrase; Ms. Maya Angelou, whose “Dear Teen Me” letter makes me smile. You’re grown – don’t let anybody raise you. Or, in my parlance, “YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME.” Dear Ms. Maya, who wanted all women to step lively, stand tall, move those swinging hips, believe in their beauty, and not let anybody put them down, set them aside, or ignore them.
She would have been a little terrifying, probably, in person. But her work glowed with vitality and passion, and was a gift.
Weren’t we all lucky to be inspired by her fierce grace?
Rest in peace, Maya Angelou.