Oh Pray My Wings Are Gonna Fit Me Well : Poems By Maya, Oh Pray My Wings Are Gonna Fit Me Well

This collection of thirty-six poems is, once again, eloquent evidence of Maya Angelou”s continuing celebration of life: Here are poems of love and memory; poems of racial confrontation; songs of the street and songs from the heart.

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Maya Angelou was raised in Stamps, Arkansas. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, including I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and The Heart of a Woman, she wrote numerous volumes of poetry, among them Phenomenal Woman, And Still I Rise, On the Pulse of Morning, and Mother. Maya Angelou died in 2014.

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Pickin Em Up and Layin Em Down   There’s a long-legged girl in San Francisco by the Golden Gate. She said she’d give me all I wanted but I just couldn’t wait. I started to Pickin em up and layin em down, Pickin em up and layin em down, Pickin em up and layin em down, gettin to the next town Baby.   There’s a pretty brown in Birmingham Boys, she little and cute but when she like to tied me down I had to grab my suit and started to Pickin em up and layin em down, Pickin em up and layin em down, Pickin em up and layin em down, gettin to the next town Baby.   I met that lovely Detroit lady and thought my time had come But just before I said “I do” I said “I got to run” and started to Pickin em up and layin em down, Pickin em up and layin em down, Pickin em up and layin em down, gettin to the next town Baby.   There ain’t no words for what I feel about a pretty face But if I stay I just might miss a prettier one some place I started to Pickin em up and layin em down, Pickin em up and layin em down, Pickin em up and layin em down, gettin to the next town Baby.   Here’s to Adhering   I went to a party out in Hollywood, The atmosphere was shoddy but the drinks were good, and that’s where I heard you laugh.   I then went cruising on an old Greek ship, The crew was amusing but the guests weren’t hip, that’s where I found your hands.   On to the Sahara in a caravan, The sun struck like an arrow but the nights were grand, and that’s how I found your chest.   An evening in the Congo where the Congo ends, I found myself alone, oh but I made some friends, that’s where I saw your face.   I have been devoting all my time to get Parts of you out floating still unglued as yet.   Won’t you pull yourself together For       Me O N C E  

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