In memory of the late great Dr Maya Angelou…… a literary tribute and a constant reminder of my constant plight to stay out of the ‘birdcage’ ❤
(The quote in the picture is taken from a speech on Freedom in 1973 by Dr Maya Angelou)
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
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.
Deep underground a potato was slowly reaching its full maturation, nearly ready to face the world.
As he thought of the wonders of beyond the norm, he head a faint whimper through the soil.
It startled him as he knew wiggly had gone away and wasn’t due back for a few days.
Then as the voice grew louder he recognizes the now multiplying groans…. It was those who had passed over.
Photosynthesis had warned him about life in the light but he never imagined he would get a pre-warning!
The first voice spoke of how it was thrown directly into a sack full of other potatoes, dirty and lost they were taken to a very loud place where people shouted your worth and then based on your weight, you were then sold.
He was lucky though, his buyer left it too late and threw him into the compost heap when he began to sprout.
Another told of her crash to humbleness as he was plucked with the utmost respect and care, shined and polished and placed in a bag with the best of the best only to then be slashed and thrown into a pot of hot water to scold.
A voice shouted from a short distance “They did that to me too but it didn’t end there! When my flesh was soft, they peeled away my skin and pounded me while throwing milk onto me. It was horrible.
All of a sudden a mature voice bellowed amongst the group “Well, i think i could have been treated the best of all, i was taken out when i was small and like others i was kept with other small potatoes. They chucked us into a pot of hot water, only to cut us into pieces and put us on show with other vegetables. I think i saw that lettuce we were sold with before we were born there as well.
A comforting voice came from the earth talking of tales from her past. She was taken raw from the ground and without warning stripped dirt and grime, slashed deeply and put into a black box of heat. She told us she gave up after 2 hours of heat torture and doesn’t remember what happened next but she believes the lingering smell beans and cheese has something to do with what happened to her.
A shriek startled everyone as a tormented voice whimper uncontrollably, with a strong french accent…..
“I don’t think any of you know torture like me, I was treated like all of you at some point in my life, boiled,peeled, slashed, sliced and my last piece of dignity was taken when my pieces were thrown into a vat of hot oil.”
“Browned to perfection i was then sold for £1.19.”
Everyone recoiled as they realized their stories had sent the new potato into a fear frenzy.
A diseased shout from beneath said ” Quickly, if you keep maturing like i did, they will leave you here and you will never know pain.”
In an instant the perfect potato began to summon maturity in a bid to try and save itself, deep in a trance he did his very best to think positive thought and stay strong.
Just as he felt his first black spot of freedom forming, he was plucked violently from the earth.
It was too late…..
The life we lead is one of many directions and connections
We too are crafted as unique as a snow flakes yet given the freedom to melt as we please
This place i call home is full of familiar faces all doing what they feel is best
Some people say that he is going down the wrong path
needs to stop dreaming and ‘get real’
while others marvel in his independence and freedom.
And her over there, she did everything by the book
listened to the elders, found her perfect love
only for him to be taken by the night so now she roams alone.
The homeless man on the next street is fighting to be accepted
it’s funny how we are all made of the same stuff yet
no-one wants to find his soft side beneath his hard exterior.
Now i’m about the go on my journey into the world,
I have seen others take the leap and follow their dreams
I love hearing their stories when they come back up here.
I bid my peers farewall, found my spot and began to fall.
At first i was afraid, not knowing what would happen
or if i chose the right spot.
Saw the rebel take the wrong turn and hit the ground hard
but this was no time for nerves.
And just before i hit the water, it was only then i realised
That we were the rain…..
Right now i feel like i can see over my dreams and wants in life but there is an invisible barrier rising between us. I have worked for many a crazy adventure in my life and managed to succeed in all that i have wanted to do. Whether it be going on holiday at least 3 times a year or working 4 12hour shifts over the Christmas period i have done it.
So now when i am approaching the biggest pause button of my life, i am starting to fill up with anxiety. I know that i will recover and get back to my normal self but 2013 is not looking the way i wanted. I want to do so much and then i remember….. Oh yeh im have been diagnosed with an illness and i have to take at least a month out for recover from surgery. It has sunk in but sometimes i remember and it annoys the hell outta me.
Got me here drinking a Rum and Coke on a Monday night…….
As much as people tell me i will be fine and i should just take the time out to rest. There is nothing worse that craving the lifestyle you know you can work towards. My faith in God is abundant but he has blessed me with such ambition that my soul cannot rest until i have set up a new adventure or planned another outing.
My heart knows that in the long run i will be healthier and better off but im so ready to work some serious hours, get my butt into the gym, start using separate face and body creams, actually combing out my afro every night and greasing my scalp and all other sorts of madness but then i have a flashback and sigh deeply cz i kno the worst is yet to come.
So yep Mr Ostrich in a Penthouse i too can see my peers through the windows, gliding at my side through life as they please and although we are all in the clouds, i too cannot fly……
Have you ever wondered what caterpillars think about as they transform into butterflies…..
“Did i prepare enough for my new life?”
“How will life in the air be?”
“I wonder if i will be blown away by a sharp breeze on my first flutter?”
“What colour will my wings be?”
“Will the humans think i’m pretty?”
“I wonder how far i can fly?”
“Any aphids about, i’m starving!!?”
“Is this cocoon supposed to get this small or am i an obese caterpillar?”
“I wonder if i will have to make new friends or will my old friends recognize me?”
All this, and turns out i’m a moth…..
Once upon a now there is an old girl/young woman who is living in a world of beautiful shit and ugly masterpieces.
She, herself, as like everyone else, is barely keeping her head above water in the global sea of problems. Finances, Love or lack of, Health, Career, even Carbon Footprints?!?!?!?!
At times she wants to escape into a closed space with a multi-coloured packet of sharpies and scribble her every last dream onto the whitewash walls because in her fear of failure, she thinks that would be as real as they’d get. in permanent ink…
At other times she feels as fit as a fiddle, wearing a perfectly co-ordinated outfit, T&A (Tits and Ass) set to ‘flirty’, her work life gaining gold stars and she’s so confident she can talk 2 anyone cz she’s cool like that.
All this, same old girl…..