Preacher, Don't Send Me Poem by Maya Angelou

Preacher, please don't promise me streets of gold and milk for free. I stopped all milk at four years old and once I'm dead I won't need gold. What a poem based on naked truth of life and society.

very interesting piece indeed.

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A nice factual portrayal of what being religious should be

I'd call a place pure paradise where families are loyal and strangers are nice, where the music is jazz and the season is fall. wow, nice poem.

'I'd call a place pure paradise where families are loyal and strangers are nice' - so simple a want, but truly difficult to find nowadays!

I'd call a place pure paradise where families are loyal and strangers are nice, where the music is jazz and the season is fall... no need to send the corpse of wise poet to the dark doom where every creature will attack it and make it their livelihood; so reserve it to respect and remember it with honor timely....humanitarian soul needs to stay in royal palace after earthly death! ! Promise me that or nothing at all.

I'd call a place pure paradise where families are loyal and strangers are nice, where the music is jazz....... .A place is paradise only if there is love, music, dance and peace........10

Another delightful work by the great Maya Angelou. America lost a treasure when she passed away a few years ago. But, her words continue on and on....

Superb! It is so good to read specially when Fall is about to start. What paradise could compete with Fall on Earth.