It's been two months since Dr. Maya Angelou transitioned into immortality. Of course, that's a poetic way of saying she died. During the scramble to find out which famous figures would eulogize one of the most inspirational poets of the 20th century, I began to wonder what Angelou was like when she was alone. That's who I wanted to mourn.
Dr. Angelou's life as a single mother and stripper appears in monochrome on the pages of biographies, but in her mind, they likely existed in living color, as components of what made her monumental.