you had talent
you could sing
and you could dance
I've even been told
you were very easy
on the eyes
Maya
you chose to write
beautifully
about your country
your Africa
you even wrote
about all the men
you met
on the streets
and between pillows
and sheets
So Maya
how does it feel
to be the greatest
of the greats?
while you step over
all these ants
without so much
of a glance?
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