do you know any maya angelou poems about slavery and fashion desigers if so please let me know the title?

Answer 1

Here is one on Slavery

Alone:

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Answer 2

Here's one on fashion:

WHERE'S MY AFRO PICK?

You are in love with TOMMY
Because his last name is HILFIGER
But behind closed doors, TOMMY
Is calling you a n.....

But you could care less
Because you have been taught to dress to impress.
If I asked you about your true history
You would have to look on the back of your jeans and GUESS!

You come up in the club wearing VERSACE
Clothes made by a homosexual male
So even when you say you are straight
It is very hard to tell.

And for footwear you wear TIMBERLANDS,
Even under the sun
That same tree that is the symbol for them
Could have been the same one your ancestors were hung from.

Can not forget your NAUTICA
When the last memory you have of ships
Is coming to North America in shackles,
Being beat over the back with whips.

And to my beautiful black queens
Whose creative womb has become barren?
I am confused, because your face says Nefertiti,
But your sweater reads DONNA KARAN.

When was the last time you saw LIZ CLAIBORNE
Conversing with black women,
But as soon as her name is printed on a purse
To Macy's you quickly go running.

RALPH LAUREN doesn't even look at black men
Unless they are driving him around town
But as soon as that slave master appears on the back of the horse
You put whatever you have picked up down.

My people reclaim your status in this world and
"ALWAYS HOPE FOR THE BEST
AND PREPARE FOR THE WORST,
YOU MAY NOT GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR,
BUT YOU'LL SURELY PAY FOR WHAT YOU GET!!!"

---- Maya Angelou


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