Maya Angelou Insomniac by Maya Angelou poembay January 16, 2024 There are some nights whensleep plays coy,aloof and disdainful.And all the wilesthat I employ to winits service to my sideare useless as wounded pride,and much more painful. Share this poem! Continue Reading Previous Previous post: Weekend Glory by Maya AngelouNext Next post: Momma Welfare Roll by Maya Angelou Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. More Poetry Refusal by Maya Angelou January 16, 2024 When You Come by Maya Angelou January 16, 2024