Maya (Respect for Maya Angelou)-Dave Somerset


Maya(Respect for Maya Angelou) by Dave Somerset

Maya Angelou was a remarkable, accomplished Poet, performer, activist against oppression, and national and historic figure.

Maya Angelou was raped when she was seven years old
She told only her uncle about it
Two days later the man who molested her was found
He had been kicked to death

In the mind of a seven year old
Her words had caused that man’s death
So she stopped speaking, and
She did not speak for five years

During this time she began to read
She read everything
Rooms full of books
All kinds, but especially poetry

As a man, I was very moved
Thinking about, what she had faced
So young, and up against so much beyond her years
yet in her words she said: “still I rise”

I learned that 1 out 5 girls and 1 out of 20 boys
Have been sexually abused as children
That means there is a lot of hurt, out in the world
And a lot of care and sensitivity is needed

But I have not been seeing that
I have been seeing abusive language and aggressive behavior
Especially to and about women
I can’t help but be uncomfortable

How must someone with Mayas experience feel?
How must my daughter feel?
This is often brushed off by men as
Its swagger, I’m cool, its you

That is dishonest, and does not help women or any of us
Besides being a trigger to terrible memories
this must feel threatening to women.
Maya would wonder if these guys had a heart

They were brought into this world by a woman
And yet have no respect for them
Ungrateful, does not begin to describe it
And that abuse in music and art must also feel a dagger to women and girls

Besides being the father of a daughter
Whats my standing in all this?
When I am in the presence of abuse
I am myself also abused

I don’t think being a man
has much to do with being self-centered
or being a show off and insensitive to others
Nothing to do with possessions, power or control

Being a man, in my view has
A lot to do with being kind and generous
And being Supportive and thoughtful
And most of all respectful of others


Dave Somerset is an engineer, who holds US and World patents in design and now has a small IT practice. Thought, physics, music, stories and poetry are all lenses that allow him to see meaning in the universe. Outside of technical papers, none of his work has been published, although decades ago he wrote songs and lyrics with friends. He considers himself a better listener than a writer, enjoying all kinds of writing, music and art. He enjoys reading both his own work and those that he admires, at local venues such as open mics. Some of his favorite venues are: The Walnut St Café, Merrimac Mic, The Cellar, Stone Soup, Zumis and White Rose.

He continues to grow in appreciation and understanding of a wide variety of classic and emerging styles in all arts.]

Remember; learn-Introducting Cliff Notez

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[Poem by Cliff Notez, photo from the biography of Eva Jones-Young]

Remember;learn 1

There are times where I curse the past
Reminiscing on the Grit of pain
an accepting that things have happened.
Disregarding that things are happening,
I am turning a blind eye to my hindsight
Ignorance has never been bliss
Memories are not prophecies
They are blueprints.
Remember, recollect, remind.
Reconsider, revisit, recalculate
Remember, recollect, remind.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember;
when concrete shaved the skin off your palms.
How it made you miss the comfort of your bike
and how you will never hit that corner,
Going that fast again.
Remember;
Your first fight
Decorating your face with knuckles and blood
how he hit you with a jab,

– Remember;learn 2

jab,
hook,
jab, jab.
Learn to duck
And swing
And counter
And swing
Until you hit
Until you hit.
Hit,
Until you break.
Remember;
Not all things broken will be fixed
Remember;
Surviving demise makes you invulnerable
Remember;
we have been surviving since we were born
Remember;
Nights with no box-spring and dinner plate,
Never go hungry and sleepless
Remember;
sleep closely relates to death
Remember;
The day your grandmother died,
never let another good woman leave you again.

– Remember;learn 3

Remember;
the day you first cried,
how laughter felt like hugs
Remember;
the homicides
And how to never relive a crime scene again
Remember denial
Learn access
Remember pain
Learn pleasure
Remember tribulation
Learn good fortune
Remember where your feet walked in turmoil
And learn to never walk in coal again
Compress the memories of those roads
And create diamonds
Remember;
how they burnt your school down in 8th grade
Value your education
Savor every cent they give you for being under privileged
Remember you are privileged
Remember there is white privilege
Remember you are different
Learn the beauty of blackness

– Remember;learn 4

Remember you have Vitiligo
Never forget that beauty is beyond skin deep
Remember;
when they kept you silent,
learn to sing euphonies when asked to speak.
after remembering the lack of luster and value in lies
learn to speak truth
Remember;
how we’d be living the same pain
if we never learned to escape it.
When thinking of the past
Do not disregard struggle
Remember;
how none of it came easy
be thankful that any of it happened.

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[Born in Boston Massachusetts, at the beginning of the 90s, Cliff Notez  is an artist, film maker, poet, musician, photographer, and producer/engineer working with people and places like Harvard, MIT, Boston University, RAW Art Works and more. Cliff recently graduated from Northeastern University [2016] with a masters in digital media and was 2016 Vox Pop Poetry Slam Champion with the Haley House slam team and is currently finishing up his new film and albums, and chap book due out in 2017.When he’s not working on his own art or doing shows, he’s working on everyone else’s as the founder and director of media brand HipStory as lead administrator and educator for the Institute of Contemporary Art’s Teen New Media Programs.]

Maya (Respect for Maya Angelou) by Dave Somerset


Maya(Respect for Maya Angelou) by Dave Somerset

[Maya Angelou was a remarkable, accomplished Poet, performer, activist against oppression, and national and historic figure.

Maya Angelou was raped when she was seven years old
She told only her uncle about it
Two days later the man who molested her was found
He had been kicked to death

In the mind of a seven year old
Her words had caused that man’s death
So she stopped speaking, and
She did not speak for five years

During this time she began to read
She read everything
Rooms full of books
All kinds, but especially poetry

As a man, I was very moved
Thinking about, what she had faced
So young, and up against so much beyond her years
yet in her words she said: “still I rise”

I learned that 1 out 5 girls and 1 out of 20 boys
Have been sexually abused as children
That means there is a lot of hurt, out in the world
And a lot of care and sensitivity is needed

But I have not been seeing that
I have been seeing abusive language and aggressive behavior
Especially to and about women
I can’t help but be uncomfortable

How must someone with Mayas experience feel?
How must my daughter feel?
This is often brushed off by men as
Its swagger, I’m cool, its you

That is dishonest, and does not help women or any of us
Besides being a trigger to terrible memories
this must feel threatening to women.
Maya would wonder if these guys had a heart

They were brought into this world by a woman
And yet have no respect for them
Ungrateful, does not begin to describe it
And that abuse in music and art must also feel a dagger to women and girls

Besides being the father of a daughter
Whats my standing in all this?
When I am in the presence of abuse
I am myself also abused

I don’t think being a man
has much to do with being self-centered
or being a show off and insensitive to others
Nothing to do with possessions, power or control

Being a man, in my view has
A lot to do with being kind and generous
And being Supportive and thoughtful
And most of all respectful of others

[Dave Somerset is an engineer, who holds US and World patents in design and now has a small IT practice. Thought, physics, music, stories and poetry are all lenses that allow him to see meaning in the universe. Outside of technical papers, none of his work has been published, although decades ago he wrote songs and lyrics with friends. He considers himself a better listener than a writer, enjoying all kinds of writing, music and art. He enjoys reading both his own work and those that he admires, at local venues such as open mics. Some of his favorite venues are: The Walnut St Café, Merrimac Mic, The Cellar, Stone Soup, Zumis and White Rose.
He continues to grow in appreciation and understanding of a wide variety of classic and emerging styles in all arts.]