In some of my darkest moments, her prose was a lit candle. When I felt alone, her words were my company. The times when I saw the glass ceiling hovering over my career, suffocating my joy, turning my hard-fought acceptance of my truth into a self-loathing cage from which I saw no escape, Maya Angelou came to me and said she knew why I sing. cnn/2014/05/28/opinion/granderson-maya-angelou/index.html
Posted on: Wed, 28 May 2014 20:38:10 +0000
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