President Barack Obama presenting Maya Angelou with the Presidential Medal of Freedom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Near his table rests a glass of water;
Through his window he glances at passersby;
He observes and always waits, waits, waits.
Bitterness nourishes his being;
Subjected to misunderstandings
And false airs of ‘people’
He is a prisoner.
He sits, …
“I’ve always been slightly short with people who say, ‘You haven’t written anything again,’ as if all the nonfiction I’ve written is not writing,” Arundhati Roy said.
It was July, and we were sitting in Roy’s living room, the windows …