Second Song of the Caged Bird the Sequel
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I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings: By DebWeb
As I look out my window in admiration at all the woman who pass by clad
in all the latest fashionable clothes my heart is burning with envy. Why
can't I join them meandering down the street enjoying all the admiring
glances from the men who surreptitiously look back at those desirable
woman?
With a heavy heart I reluctantly retreat from my window if only to
alleviate my personal torment. The brush of my hemline against my nylon
clad legs only serves to add to my angst. I make an impulsive decision
and head for my full length mirror in the hope my pain will subside.
My reflection makes me happy and sad simultaneously. The disappointment
and the feeling of rightness intermingle and leave's me happy but then
again with a feeling of emptiness.
My fashionable attire and immaculately made up face would cause jealousy
among many woman. I know I look pretty and my slim lithesome body would
be admired by all the men should I ever dare to leave the confines of my
house.
With a sigh of sadness I walk away from the mirror in the knowledge it's
only an illusion, a fa?ade. I feel compelled to return to my window again
and admire all those ladies flaunting themselves with pride.
There goes another one passing by in all her finery. I hear the clickety
click of her heels before she comes into view. Even that sound screams of
femininity. It may as well be a stiletto as the sound is stabbing my
heart.
I retreat from the window and go back to my full length mirror. My
reflection is pleasing but the niggling doubt is always there in the back
of my head. I do look pretty; I know I do but I cannot summon the courage
to leave my safe haven.
With a strong resolve I march over to the coat hanger and put on my
raincoat. It feels like a shield against the world when I decide to leave
my sanctuary.
I confront the door leading out of my domain and into the big wide
yonder. The door is too intimidating and I am unsure what lies without.
Looking in the mirror for reassurance and courage I convince myself I am
pretty but my make-up is not perfect. My DNA is totally smudged.
With a sigh of resignation I retreat to the kitchen and pour myself a
glass of wine. I put a little bit of soothing music on the stereo and
relax on the sofa with my legs folded beneath me and a cushion to hug in
comfort.
Maybe I will go out tomorrow.
Finis
This tale was inspired by the following poem. I claim no credit or input
of the poetry. Also it is not for profit or gain. It is merely for
education and entertainment purposes.
I know why the caged bird sing
Maya Angelou.
"The free bird leap on the back of the win 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 is tune is heard on the
distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of
another breeze an 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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