I remember the day I got it in the mail. I couldn’t believe she replied! The autographed copy of my favorite poem, penned by favorite poet had arrived. I was in the seventh grade, but I felt like a woman, a phenomenal one at that. I loved Ms. Angelou’s poem not just because of its rhythmic cadence and alluring images, but rather due to the compelling declarative statements praising my secret power: self-confidence. I memorized her words and promised myself that I would never forget the power of my womanhood and assuredness. Then life happened. I realized that I … Read More