I WANTED TO KISS YOU, MAYA ANGELOU- By Peter K'ouma

You remember those days in the Deep South?
Yes, those black days in Stamps
I watched you growing
A shinny black girl- you were
Outstanding, beautiful and bright
I wanted to kiss you then,
But vacancy was my place
I wanted to kiss you, Maya Angelou

A grown-up girl, Maya
Back in California, you remember?
When you resorted to singing and dancing
When you resorted to using body movements
And the power of your voice, Maya
When you were caged because of your skin colour
And you resorted to singing
The sad song of the caged.
I wanted to kiss you, Maya Angelou.

Maya, remember when you sung
The heart of a woman
The good woman feeling bad?
Yes, the riddles and the blues
I am talking about the sad blues
Maya, you said hope is a tool
And language its implement
And your war,
Was a war of words, piano and dance.
I loved that art of war
I wanted to kiss you, Maya Angelou

Maya, remember when you sung
Of God’s children who needed traveling shoes?
You remember the black woman
In the ghettos?
It was a revelation to me
And brother Martin Luther Kings
That both blacks and whites
We need to hold hands together
And sing the song of the caged bird.
I wanted o kiss you, Maya Angelou.