Sunday, October 25, 2009
Insomniac by Maya Angelou
This poem is about exactly what the title says, insomnia. Angelou talks about how all her attempts at trying to sleep are futile and useless just like wounded pride. She says that not being able to sleep is more painful than having wounded pride. That is a powerful statement because hurting your pride isn't always a terrible thing because usually you learn something from it.
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