I just heard that my favorite library has burned. When I got the news I wanted to cry, "Why this library and not another? This library, though old and frail, had so much more to give. Just recently it was set to be given yet another award for its incredible contribution to the world. I can't help but wonder what my life might have been without this library.
You see, I discovered it when I was just 12 years old. It's not that I had never seen a library, I remember being rolled into libraries in a red wagon alongside my brother before I even knew what to do. There was something special about this one. This library was beautiful. But not in the way of perfectly painted walls or high prestine ceilings, this library was worn and rough around the edges from a life that hadn't been too kind. This library was filled with character and boasted stories so captivating that one had to stop.
There was tragedy, triumph and enough resilience to make anyone feel that if the worst were to happen in his own life somehow it would all be okay.
And let's not forget the words. Words zipping around in circles intertwining reconfiguring decomposing creating new ways to say things old and new. Ultimately, landing on the page like a beautiful symphony. This library was cool in the way that Miles Davis was. I would come to this place every day after school because there really was nothing greater to do.
Then one day I moved to the City and discovered bigger libraries in beautiful places with new books filled with slicker vocabulary, hip hop themes and caviar dreams. Before you know it, I forgot all about that library.
Then babies are born, rent is due, and there's no time for libraries. Books even seem a luxury from a life lived long ago. I'm in the middle of washing dishes when I get the news that my favorite library has burned. I'm stunned into silence because though I knew it would have to happen one day, because let us not forget this library was old enough to be deemed a historical landmark, I can't help but feel the loss. I would have visited more had I known that it might not be here forever. RIP MAYA ANGELOU
A Library That Burns is taken from the African saying: Every elderly that dies is like a library that burns.