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=Eating Poetry Project-=

Binding Topic: Being a Woman and Everyday Issues   "Woman Work" By- Maya Angelou (Sound and Sense)

I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry The baby to dry I got company to feed The garden to weed I've got shirts to press The tots to dress The [|cane to be cut] I gotta clean this hut Then see about the sick And the cotton to pick

Shine on me, sunshine Rain on me, rain Fall Softly, dewdrops And cool my brow again

Storm blow me from here With your fiercest wind Let me float across the sky 'Til I can rest again

Fall gently, snowflakes Cover me with white Cold icy kisses and Let me rest tonight

Sun, rain curving sky Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone Star Shine, moon glow Your'e all that I can call my own

Maya Angelou's Higher Purpose

"Lady Luncheon Club" By- Maya Angelou (Sond and Sense)

Her counsel was accepted: the times are grave A man was needed who would make them think, And pay him for petty cash account

Our woman checked her golden watch The speaker has a plane to catch Dessert is served (and just and time).

The lecture leans, thrusts forth his head And neck and chest, arms akimbo On the lectern top. He summons up Sincerity as one might call a favored Pet.

"The Telephone" By-Maya Angelou (Sound and Sense)

It comes in black and blue, indecisive beige. In red and chaperons my life. Sitting like a strict and spinstered aunt spiked between my needs and need.

It tats the day, crocheting other people's lives in neat arrangements, ignoring me, busy with the hemming of strangers overlong affairs or the darning of my neighbors worn out dreams.

From Monday, the morning of the week, through mid-times noon and Sunday's dying light. It sits silent. Its needle sound does not transfix my ear or draw my longing to a close.

"Caged Bird" By- Alicia Keys

Right now I feel like a bird Caged without a key Everyone comes to stare at me With so much joy and revelry

They don't know how I feel inside Through my smile I cry They don't know what they are doing to me Keep me from flyin'

That's why I say that I know why the caged bird sings Her only joy comes from song If she's so rare and beautiful from others Why not set her free

So she can fly, fly, fly Spreading her wings and her song Let her fly, fly, fly For the whole world to see

She's like a caged bird Fly, fly oh Just let her fly Just let her fly Spread the wings, spread the beauty...

Alicia Key's Higher Purpose

The Big Wrap Up !