the church pew and the preacher would say, and now we will be privileged with a song from sister hennison. and every sunday for 10 years my grandmother would say, me? and i used to sit in the children's pew and say, just get up there. the kids would be like, your grandmother is doing again. but then she'd sing it. her song was i am a pilgrim of sorrow i'm lost in this wide world alone." >> sing it, sister. >> and i can't sing, either. >> yes, you can. >> there was also the dark side to maya angelou's childhood. we went back with her to arkansas. >> the black part of stamps started there at the bridge. >> where that fellow is fishing? >> there and behind us. at the railroad track. this was more or less no man's land here. because if you were black, you never felt really safe when you went across the railroad track. you still had to go all this way, it was like an international tarmac where anybody could get you. you were really in the black part of town when you crossed that little bridge and the pond. then you're safe. then if you didn't know everybody, at least everybody knew who you wer