I Know Why The Caged Bird Sing

 I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.    
    
Martin Luther King, Jr.    
    
Mama, I know why the caged bird really sings      
When the mind as an offering hears sovereignty echoed from the mountains let it ring              
From the cradle of birth is to give authority to our mental dreams              
Our deferred aspirations we seek to the highest of our esteem              
How can I learn to fly when my heart cannot even walk              
Animosity, resentment is always found in wagging tongues who doesn’t know how to intellectually talk              
Defacing its own beautiful temple forbidding to asunder such venomously stalk              
Flapping wings, feet planted, in the bitter winds you can hear their self-demise squawk              
            
Mama, will the caged bird’s nest allow the true nature of the conscious to self-reinvest        
I want to be free for the world to hear my quiet songs              
In the comfort of my darkness my melodies of goodwill for me to someday atone              
The hindrance of bars confining me, demolishing the doctrine of my creed, I cannot see the forest from the trees              
Condemning my beliefs in a realm of success, closing my eyes, depravation is surreal, make believe              
I will take one step and then another              
Finding ways to bridge disparity between my Nubian sistas and Moorish brothers        
Many regards given unto hues from any other mother              
            
Mama, is the caged bird the imagination of the mind              
If it remains netted in a private Hell not ordained on God’s time              
Child, you must cherish your pearls and cast away doubts, then pray for the swine              
All I want is my presence to roam, to be free, provide the indignant, the ill-will the core of its universal needs              
A kiss to serenade Mother Earth as I bow to the footsteps who made the journey before me              
Liberation to become my own person              
My heart and soul never to become doomed to the fate to get worsen              
The cage door has been opened, my mind awoken, the tastes of freedom in its victory has spoken              
Bestowing to my generation the last rites of my earthly gift              
From Earth to the Heaven let my commemoration to my past uplift              
            
Mama, does the caged bird learn to finally fly              
Child, I tell you no lies              
You sail through life              
Allotted by the segments of celestial time              
Life, living, and death is measured second by seconds, it welcomes the hardship, glory, as we pray in strife              
It’s all by the Creator’s design who governs the temple              
I am at the door spreading my wings taking flight, the soaring becomes so simple    
    
    
Power doesn't back up in the face of a smile, or in the face of a threat of some kind of nonviolent loving action. It's not the nature of power to back up in the face of anything but some more power.    
    
Malcolm X