Poets move me. Every day. But they never did until Maya Angelou. She stood on the podium in Northeastern University’s colossal stadium in 1992, when I just arrived after transferring from a nearby community college. I was the first of my five siblings—and my family—to attend college. I grew up working class with industrious parents who toiled on factory floors to provide for their kids. After my father passed away when I was eight, my mother carried the load, as she did for the rest of my life. So I am grateful to her for being there that day with Maya—in a college stadium with college dreams and college minds. It was a world completely foreign to my mother. But there she was supporting her youngest—the mouthy troublemaker who skipped school and swore she was going to be the next Madonna as a crucifix dangled from her ear. Now a college student? Go figure.
So, my getting into Northeastern was a big fucking deal. I honestly thought I’d be slicing bologna for the rest of my life if the rock star thing didn’t work out. But I knew I had a talent with words. So I took a chance on college. I was a writer, always a writer—my childhood filled with poems, songs and short stories penned by me and read by my mother. I would leave my scribblings on the kitchen table at night and when I awoke she would always tell me how beautifully written they were. Even if most of them were sappy teenage poems about teenage angst. Her praise mattered. And her presence that day when Maya Angelou spoke mattered.
The best part about that day as I remember it: We didn’t even know who Maya Angelou was. We were simply awestruck by this woman… our breath taken away. She spoke of courage, determination, failing and persevering. And she encouraged us to get to know our hearts and to always follow them… and to always be true to yourself.
On that day in 1992, Maya opened my heart to poets and possibility. I was terrified to enter a world so unlike the world I came from, but it was courage and determination that got me through. Even more, authenticity, because I will never be someone I’m not. And I thank my mother for that. As I continue to soul-search and pour my words onto paper, uh, computer screen, I thank you, Maya, as well as Edna St. Vincent Millay (and my therapist!) for inspiring me to be true to myself.
“Open your eyes to the beauty around you,
open your mind to the wonders of life,
open your heart to those who love you,
and always be true to yourself.”
~Maya Angelou
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