**stanza's in italics are borrowed from Dr. Maya Angelou's "I Know why the Caged Bird Sings." How did the enslaved bird sing? My thoughts float on the wind; just as the bird hopped on the back of a summer's breeze. I think... Freedom, liberty and purity run in and thru me; that is what I desire to feel and be. I feel chained to rocks, walking and dragging weights of stone and iron. My soul weighted down and weary from my struggles. My eyes are too dry for any signs of crying. Deep wrinkles etch my face daily like deep trenches of sorrow; constantly chiseling away the surface, then what emerges?... 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. And I sing. For the first time in a longtime, I see through the fog. I write my name in the sky; and on His shoulders do I rise to levels where the eagles fly. A black man in liberty and freedom; I lift my hands, throw my head back, open my mouth and sing.... Child, in my pain and sorrow I grab onto God, and I sing. 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. He wraps me in purity infused with secreted love and divinity. His celestial will and supernatural strength helps me through the travailing times and I sing...God almighty, I stand and throw off the chain's of oppression and degradation; and I open my mouth and sing... I sing, and sing loud and proud of my deliverance at the hands of my beloved. This enslaved bird sits on the lap of God and sings... ~Copyright 2004 *~PropheticNsyght "Son of the DayStar" Publishing "Poeta nascitur, non fit." ~The Poet is born, not made.