I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

I know why the cage bird sings She sings nostalgic melodies of the jungle Where she flew along , on the wings of the dawn without the restrictions of her cage A beautiful place designed for her, a wage I know why the cage bird sings She sings of society’s miseries and her forlorn hopes torn by them, her captors Her ills are not preached by her own pastors I know why the cage bird sings She sings a warning hymn to her siblings Those abused by the makers of the laws To prevent their kids from the fangs that comes out of society’s jaws I know why the cage bird sings She sings of the one who stole her dignity And kept it as a sign of his masculinity A fate unearned, a prize for her virginity I know why the cage bird sings She sings a dirge for her dead soul Her body , empty like abandoned halls Her blood a graffiti, imprinted on the walls I know why the cage bird sings She sings to us her writers , who are society’s broadcasters To send a new message to her tormenters