my kind of woman

of course, nothing takes the place of hearing her recite it herself (as I did on NPR this morning, leaving me washed in a gleeful, teary-eyed mood).

but a reading of these cheeky lines is no less a reminder of the wondrous and vibrant spirit we’ve come to know as Maya Angelou:

(Poem #383) The Health-Food Diner

No sprouted wheat and soya shoots
And Brussels in a cake,
Carrot straw and spinach raw,
(Today, I need a steak).

Not thick brown rice and rice pilaw
Or mushrooms creamed on toast,
Turnips mashed and parsnips hashed,
(I'm dreaming of a roast).

Health-food folks around the world
Are thinned by anxious zeal,
They look for help in seafood kelp
(I count on breaded veal).

No smoking signs, raw mustard greens,
Zucchini by the ton,
Uncooked kale and bodies frail
Are sure to make me run


Loins of pork and chicken thighs
And standing rib, so prime,
Pork chops brown and fresh ground round
(I crave them all the time).

Irish stews and boiled corned beef
and hot dogs by the scores,
or any place that saves a space
For smoking carnivores.

Maya Angelou

{transript courtesy of}


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3 Responses to “my kind of woman”

  1. ~Lori Hobin~ Says:

    i thought you might like this! (didn’t know where else to post it lol)

  2. jenika Says:

    she’s a legend.

    i know you’re probably not in to oprah but she’s got a show on her new network called ‘master class’. very good. ms. angelou is in the line up, you should record it 🙂

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