Maya Angelou: On Freedom.

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
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 fearful trill
of the 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

-Maya Angelou.

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This is dedicated to every writer, searching for truth in their own words; creating hope and belief for themselves and others– even when it seems most bleak.

why i write

Write on, bleed on, spill on– set your thoughts loose, and constantly seek that careless freedom that binds you in quiet peace.

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© The Short Black Girl, 2016.

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4 thoughts on “Maya Angelou: On Freedom.

  1. very POIGNANT! A double edged tale of defeat and triumph, slavery and freedom, frustration and elation..Paradoxically though, limitation is a barb that makes us sing songs of freedom ever sooo sweetly!

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