Sympathy 4My Girls(#Bring#BackOurGirs)- - I know what the caged bird feels. when the sun is bright on the upland slopes, when the wind blows soft through the springing grass and the river floats like a sheet of glass, when the first bird sings and the first bud ops, and the faint perfume from its chalice steals. I know what the caged bird feels. I know why the caged bird beats his wing till its blood is red on the cruel bars, for he must fly back to his perch and cling when he fain would be on the bow aswing. And the blood still throbs in the old, old scars and they pulse again with a keener sting. I know why he beats his wing. I know why the caged bird sings. Ah, me, when its wings are bruised and its bosom sore. It beats its bars and would be free. Its not a carol of joy or glee, but a prayer that it sends from its hearts deep core, a plea that upward to heaven it flings. I know why the caged bird sings. . The caged birds sings the songs of freedom. The cage birds wanted to come back to the bossom of her mother, the caged birds wanted back her freedom. I know why the caged bird sing he had later realize the limitations it had placed on him.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 05:34:44 +0000
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