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Blackbird Flight
Black Bird, black Bird,
Sitting on the sill
what is your purpose here?
Do tell me if you will.
I myself, am but girl
with future like a butterfly
that's waiting to unfurl its wings
and fly into the crystal sky.
Black bird, black bird,
lucky as you are
Given obsidian wings of flight
to carry you here or someplace far.
Oh, what would i give
for wings such as those
that could carry me places
of which no one knows.
But I am just a girl, you see
with scars beyond repair
as well as a scratchy voice and clumsy fingers
along with quite unruly hair.
Black bird, black bird,
why must you stare at me so?
It seems you scrutinize me
from top of hair to pad of toe.
Fairest of them all I am certainly not,
for the mirror cries it taunts to me.
"No Good! No Good! Just look at you!
As sure as the sun shines, someones lover you will never be!"
Black bird, Black bird,
Why do you look at me
with judgement and despise?
I am like you just without the disguise.
Though 'tis a look I'm accustomed too
sadly, I see it every day. They think that I'm deaf while they talk about me
while I'm sitting there on the fray.
Their inconsideration makes blood boil in my veins
which makes it easy to become bitter and angry about the past.
But to all, by God, I'm commanded to forgive
for bitterness serve no purpose, and anger doesn't last.
Black bird, Oh Black bird,
does thee poses emotion?
Does thee know what it's like to be filled with desire?
When your in love and it feels like you're encompassed by ocean.
Love can be sweet yet a treacherous thing,
when I was loved, Joy caused a smile to plaster itself to my face.
the warmth of his voice, the thrill of his touch
that ended to soon when a heart once cradled was thrown to disgrace.
Black bird, black bird,
Where dwelleth thy strife?
Aside from eating, sleeping, and preserving thy spirit,
The Good Lord takes care of thee, giving you an easy life.
I myself am not so lucky,
Bearing the brunt of my stress strained song.
For I am not perfect, yet I make many mistakes.
Wasted time, finding a rhyme
and wishing the days would slowly drag along.
Sitting on the sill
what is your purpose here?
Do tell me if you will.
I myself, am but girl
with future like a butterfly
that's waiting to unfurl its wings
and fly into the crystal sky.
Black bird, black bird,
lucky as you are
Given obsidian wings of flight
to carry you here or someplace far.
Oh, what would i give
for wings such as those
that could carry me places
of which no one knows.
But I am just a girl, you see
with scars beyond repair
as well as a scratchy voice and clumsy fingers
along with quite unruly hair.
Black bird, black bird,
why must you stare at me so?
It seems you scrutinize me
from top of hair to pad of toe.
Fairest of them all I am certainly not,
for the mirror cries it taunts to me.
"No Good! No Good! Just look at you!
As sure as the sun shines, someones lover you will never be!"
Black bird, Black bird,
Why do you look at me
with judgement and despise?
I am like you just without the disguise.
Though 'tis a look I'm accustomed too
sadly, I see it every day. They think that I'm deaf while they talk about me
while I'm sitting there on the fray.
Their inconsideration makes blood boil in my veins
which makes it easy to become bitter and angry about the past.
But to all, by God, I'm commanded to forgive
for bitterness serve no purpose, and anger doesn't last.
Black bird, Oh Black bird,
does thee poses emotion?
Does thee know what it's like to be filled with desire?
When your in love and it feels like you're encompassed by ocean.
Love can be sweet yet a treacherous thing,
when I was loved, Joy caused a smile to plaster itself to my face.
the warmth of his voice, the thrill of his touch
that ended to soon when a heart once cradled was thrown to disgrace.
Black bird, black bird,
Where dwelleth thy strife?
Aside from eating, sleeping, and preserving thy spirit,
The Good Lord takes care of thee, giving you an easy life.
I myself am not so lucky,
Bearing the brunt of my stress strained song.
For I am not perfect, yet I make many mistakes.
Wasted time, finding a rhyme
and wishing the days would slowly drag along.
Published 23rd Sep 2019
| Edited 19th Nov 2019
Author's Note
This poem was somewhat inspired by Shakespear's poem the raven.
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- Edited 11th Nov 2019 8:45am
23rd Sep 2019 5:01pm
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21st Oct 2019 2:09pm
I like this poem. The human desire to fly (metaphorically - and maybe literally too) is so strong - and yet we feel constrained by both our inner and outer worlds - which I feel is captured nicely in your poem.
Regarding other feed-back, the poem "The Raven" (if it's the one I'm thinking of) was written by Edgar Allen Poe. But I see Shakespeare often used birds in his plays, including in Macbeth (eg: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56971/speech-the-raven-himself-is-hoarse). I'd be interested to know which Raven/Shakespeare poem you had in mind if it was something other.
Although you might already be familiar with it, Maya Angelou wrote a great poem on flight (well, contrasting freedom with limitation) in her poem "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings" (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48989/caged-bird).
Regarding other feed-back, the poem "The Raven" (if it's the one I'm thinking of) was written by Edgar Allen Poe. But I see Shakespeare often used birds in his plays, including in Macbeth (eg: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56971/speech-the-raven-himself-is-hoarse). I'd be interested to know which Raven/Shakespeare poem you had in mind if it was something other.
Although you might already be familiar with it, Maya Angelou wrote a great poem on flight (well, contrasting freedom with limitation) in her poem "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings" (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48989/caged-bird).
