Book : I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings - Angelou, Maya _uy

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Here is a book as joyous and painful, as mysterious and memorable, as childhood itself. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings captures the longing of lonely children, the brute insult of bigotry, and the wonder of words that can make the world right. Maya Angelou’s debut memoir is a modern American classic beloved worldwide. Sent by their mother to live with their devout, self-sufficient grandmother in a small Southern town, Maya and her brother, Bailey, endure the ache of abandonment and the prejudice of the local “powhitetrash.” At eight years old and back at her mother’s side in St. Louis, Maya is attacked by a man many times her age-and has to live with the consequences for a lifetime. Years later, in San Francisco, Maya learns that love for herself, the kindness of others, her own strong spirit, and the ideas of great authors (“I met and fell in love with William Shakespeare”) will allow her to be free instead of imprisoned. Poetic and powerful, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings will touch hearts and change minds for as long as people read. “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings liberates the reader into life simply because Maya Angelou confronts her own life with such a moving wonder, such a luminous dignity.”-James Baldwin Review “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings liberates the reader into life simply because Maya Angelou confronts her own life with such a moving wonder, such a luminous dignity.”-James Baldwin From the Inside Flap In the first volume of an extraordinary autobiographical series, one of the most inspiring authors of our time recalls--with candor, humor, poignancy and grace--how her journey began....From the Trade Paperback edition. From the Back Cover In the first volume of an extraordinary autobiographical series, one of the most inspiring authors of our time recalls--with candor, humor, poignancy and grace--how her journey began.... From the Trade Paperback edition. About the Author Maya Angelou was raised in Stamps, Arkansas. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, including I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and The Heart of a Woman, she wrote numerous volumes of poetry, among them Phenomenal Woman, And Still I Rise, On the Pulse of Morning, and Mother. Maya Angelou died in 2014. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. PrologueWhat you looking at me for?I didnt come to stay . . .I hadnt so much forgot as I couldnt bring myself to remember. Other things were more important.What you looking at me for?I didnt come to stay . . .Whether I could remember the rest of the poem or not was immaterial. The truth of the statement was like a wadded-up handkerchief, sopping wet in my fists, and the sooner they accepted it the quicker I could let my hands open and the air would cool my palms.What you looking at me for . . . ?The childrens section of the Colored Methodist Episcopal Church was wiggling and giggling over my well-known forgetfulness.The dress I wore was lavender taffeta, and each time I breathed it rustled, and now that I was sucking in air to breathe out shame it sounded like crepe paper on the back of hearses.As Id watched Momma put ruffles on the hem and cute little tucks around the waist, I knew that once I put it on Id look like a movie star. (It was silk and that made up for the awful color.) I was going to look like one of the sweet little white girls who were everybodys dream of what was right with the world. Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, Marguerite [sometimes it was dear Marguerite], forgive us, please, we didnt know who you were, and I would answer generously, No, you couldnt have known. Of course I forgive you.Just thinking about it made me go around with angels dust sprinkled over my face for days. But Easters early morning sun had shown the dress to be a plain ugl
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