{"product_id":"i-shall-not-be-moved-isbn-9780553354584","title":"I Shall Not Be Moved","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn her first book of poetry since \u003ci\u003eWhy  Don't You Sing?\u003c\/i\u003e Maya Angelou,  bestselling  author of the classic autobiography \u003ci\u003eI  Know Why The Caged Bird Sings\u003c\/i\u003e, writes  with  lyric, passionate intensity that reaches out to  touch the heart and mind. \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis memorable   collection of poems exhibits Maya Angelou's unique gift  for capturing the triumph  and pain of being black  and every man and woman's struggle to be free.  Filled with  bittersweet intimacies and ferocious  courage, these poems are gems—many-faceted,  bright  with wisdom, radiant with life.\u003cb\u003eMaya Angelou\u003c\/b\u003e was raised in Stamps, Arkansas. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, including \u003ci\u003eI Know Why the Caged Bird Sings\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Heart of a Woman,\u003c\/i\u003e she wrote numerous volumes of poetry, among them \u003ci\u003ePhenomenal Woman, And Still I Rise, On the Pulse of Morning,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eMother\u003c\/i\u003e. Maya Angelou died in 2014.WORKER’S SONG\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Big ships shudder\u003cbr\u003e down to the sea\u003cbr\u003e    because of me\u003cbr\u003e Railroads run\u003cbr\u003e on a twinness track\u003cbr\u003e     ’cause of my back\u003cbr\u003e     Whoppa, Whoppa\u003cbr\u003e     Whoppa, Whoppa\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Cars stretch to a\u003cbr\u003e super length\u003cbr\u003e     ’cause of my strength\u003cbr\u003e Planes fly high\u003cbr\u003e over seas and lands\u003cbr\u003e      ’cause of my hands\u003cbr\u003e      Whoppa, Whoppa\u003cbr\u003e      Whoppa, Whoppa\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I wake\u003cbr\u003e start the factory humming\u003cbr\u003e I work late\u003cbr\u003e keep the whole world running\u003cbr\u003e and I got something … something\u003cbr\u003e coming … coming.…\u003cbr\u003e      Whoppa\u003cbr\u003e      Whoppa\u003cbr\u003e      Whoppa\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e HUMAN FAMILY\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I note the obvious differences\u003cbr\u003e in the human family.\u003cbr\u003e Some of us are serious,\u003cbr\u003e some thrive on comedy.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Some declare their lives are lived\u003cbr\u003e as true profundity,\u003cbr\u003e and others claim they really live\u003cbr\u003e the real reality.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The variety of our skin tones\u003cbr\u003e can confuse, bemuse, delight,\u003cbr\u003e brown and pink and beige and purple,\u003cbr\u003e tan and blue and white.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I’ve sailed upon the seven seas\u003cbr\u003e and stopped in every land,\u003cbr\u003e I’ve seen the wonders of the world,\u003cbr\u003e not yet one common man.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I know ten thousand women\u003cbr\u003e called Jane and Mary Jane,\u003cbr\u003e but I’ve not seen any two\u003cbr\u003e who really were the same.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mirror twins are different\u003cbr\u003e although their features jibe,\u003cbr\u003e and lovers think quite different thoughts\u003cbr\u003e while lying side by side.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e We love and lose in China,\u003cbr\u003e we weep on England’s moors,\u003cbr\u003e and laugh and moan in Guinea,\u003cbr\u003e and thrive on Spanish shores.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e We seek success in Finland,\u003cbr\u003e are born and die in Maine.\u003cbr\u003e In minor ways we differ,\u003cbr\u003e in major we’re the same.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I note the obvious differences\u003cbr\u003e between each sort and type,\u003cbr\u003e but we are more alike, my friends,\u003cbr\u003e than we are unalike.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e We are more alike, my friends,\u003cbr\u003e than we are unalike.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e We are more alike, my friends,\u003cbr\u003e than we are unalike.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e MAN BIGOT\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The man who is a bigot\u003cbr\u003e is the worst thing God has got,\u003cbr\u003e except his match, his woman,\u003cbr\u003e who really is Ms. Begot.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e OLD FOLKS LAUGH\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e They have spent their\u003cbr\u003e content of simpering,\u003cbr\u003e holding their lips this\u003cbr\u003e and that way, winding\u003cbr\u003e the lines between\u003cbr\u003e their brows. Old folks\u003cbr\u003e allow their bellies to jiggle like slow\u003cbr\u003e tamborines.\u003cbr\u003e The hollers\u003cbr\u003e rise up and spill\u003cbr\u003e over any way they want.\u003cbr\u003e When old folks laugh, they free the world.\u003cbr\u003e They turn slowly, slyly knowing\u003cbr\u003e the best and worst\u003cbr\u003e of remembering.\u003cbr\u003e Saliva glistens in\u003cbr\u003e the corners of their mouths,\u003cbr\u003e their heads wobble\u003cbr\u003e on brittle necks, but\u003cbr\u003e their laps\u003cbr\u003e are filled with memories.”\u003cbr\u003e When old folks laugh, they consider the promise\u003cbr\u003e of dear painless death, and generously\u003cbr\u003e forgive life for happening\u003cbr\u003e to them.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e IS LOVE\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Midwives and winding sheets\u003cbr\u003e know birthing is hard\u003cbr\u003e and dying is mean\u003cbr\u003e and living’s a trial in between.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Why do we journey, muttering\u003cbr\u003e like rumors among the stars?\u003cbr\u003e Is a dimension lost?\u003cbr\u003e Is it love?\u003cbr\u003e  ","brand":"Bantam","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300600107237,"sku":"NP9780553354584","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780553354584.jpg?v=1767729703","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/i-shall-not-be-moved-isbn-9780553354584","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}