Last Breath – Words In Memory of Maya Angelou May 28, 2014 By Andre Archimbaud On the tips of tongues Oh, all the things she’d said & done. A life of words so full, 86 years full. Words & music. Not sharps & flats, but rhythmic still. Her pen replete. Her never ending ink. Of Red, blue, black. And black & blue, too. She… Explains the shame, the pain She… Defines the wisdom & wit She… Expands the view. She… Makes sane of insane. It was until her last breath that She pushed those words free of her lungs. It was until her last breath that She pushed us all to use our tongues. Bon soir, bon mots. sharing is caring!TwitterFacebook