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the first line is from a poem by Maya Angelou |
| “a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams” or so the poet told but dreams aren’t so simple to kill as this seems which is why from the grave we hear soul wrenching screams while the bird weeps in silence, her tears diamond streams locked in a cage of gold as a nestling, her dreams filled a vast expanse so many lives she could choose but around her were crowns and a princess-ly stance no freedom to fly, just a duty filled dance and none of her dreaming was given a chance if she flew, all her people would lose but sacrifice means that the giver gets more than she gave, and our bird found it true because she loved and served, she was always adored though her feathers were windless, she felt that she soared though she was imprisoned, dreams found the locked door and finally pushed their way through line count: 18 |