A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But 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 throat to sing.
The 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.
The 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 own
But 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 sing.
The 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.
- THE CAGED BIRD by Maya Angelou
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a/n: one of my favorite poems. i wrote a short story based on it :P
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