The Bird Has Flown: Maya Angelou

Maya-angelou

I had mixed feelings when I heard that Maya Angelou had passed away. I was happy that she could finally rest after living a long and fulfilling life, but I was sad as well – sad that she’s another awesome writer and poet that I’ll never get the chance to meet. She’s has influenced the world tremendously and is definitely one who will never be forgotten for centuries to come.

For a writer, I discovered her works quite late – just 2 years ago. I was searching for books written by Black American women that focused on sexism and racism. I had downloaded her book I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings last year, but it has been sitting on my e-book shelf – just one more book out f the hundreds of books that I’m yet to read. Man will I read it – after I’m done with I Do Not Come To You By Chance by Patricia Nwaubani.

I want to share with you a poem of hers that I like.

Caged Bird
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.

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