by Maya Angelo
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays
and dares to claim the skyBut a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throats to singThe caged bird sings a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedomThe free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his ownBut a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to singThe caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom
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Randomthis wont be anything for your enjoyment, really. i have a lot of things in my head, a lot of things that i bottle up. i write whatever i think in my head. maybe there might be poems, words, song lyrics, school-written stuff that i really like. idk.