Introduction

This is an introduction to my wonderfully awesome blog. You can call me DayDay. I enjoy coffee, longboarding, dancing in the rain, and listening to music. I enjoy writing, I can really write about anything but if it is about something that I really enjoy, then I can go on and on and on about that one topic. A little about me, I am 15, I am Native American, and Cuban but as white as can be. I was born in the ghetto of Utah, Rose Park. I am a very outgoing person, I like to make friends with almost anybody. And yeahhhh. I will try to post on my blog every so often so that it is not so boring. I will post stuff worth reading, and will always try to keep it groovy. Yep, that’s my introduction kay bye Felicia.

I Know Why the Caged Birds Sing

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
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 his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and 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

Maya Angelou was born on April 4, 1928 in St. Louis, Missouri. Maya’s love for the arts won her a scholarship to study dance and drama at San Francisco’s Labor School. At 14, she dropped out to become San Francisco’s first African-American female cable car conductor. She later finished high school, giving birth to her son, Guy, a few weeks after graduation. As a young single mother, she supported her son by working as a waitress and cook but then became known for her passion for music, dance, and poetry. Maya has received over 50 honorary degrees and is Reynolds Professor of American Studies at Wake Forest University. She passed away on May 28, 2014 peacefully in her sleep.

This poem means a lot to me because you can take it into so many perspectives, and you can relate it even into your own life and others. I saw the title, and immediately just fell in love with the title.