Remember Why the Caged Bird Flew: a Tribute To Maya Angelou

The caged bird utters bemused tweet ignorant to the truth, yet aware of deceit. It wishes to die for its life is a lie he's condemned to his feet when he's made for the sky. Spent all his known life confined to a cage his protest unheeded, fell silent with rage. But once in a while he sounds painful trill for desires unknown but longed for still Gone are the days of somber songs a new wrathful melody seeks right for the wrong. Seeks an end to his squalor, endured for so long he dares for the sky, where he knows he belongs His futile hollers abound dusk till dawn until owner, fed up checks to see what is wrong Cranky, enraged, owners not slept for days screams "shut the ****! up" as bars violently shake. But in callous fury, he makes crucial mistake for unhinged and open is the door of the cage. Now caged bird is free, he flies to the sill ambitions unknown but his own to fulfill former owner dumbstruck, some tears well in his eye he desperately pleads "Oh sweet bird come inside". Turns and shits on the offer for he would much rather die with the world at his feet, he takes to the sky.