Wait... This is FEATURED 2/9/17? Thank you so much to whoever requested this!! I was never expecting to become featured and this project is so old ^.^ Watch This is one of my favorite poems. I wanted to attach the audio but I was too lazy to get it on time and everything so its just silent. If you think it is too quiet, tell me and I will consider adding music! It actually seems like a lot of people want music. Any suggestions for it? Also, many of you are commenting that birds should not be caged and animals should be free. Yes, it is very true that animals should be in the wild but I have nothing against pet birds and I hope this doesn't make anyone feel bad for having a bird. But many people don't understand the true meaning of this poem. It is saying that while some people have many things, others don't. Or maybe since Maya Angelou wrote this poem, the 'caged bird' represents the black people in the earlier days when they were facing racism. But really I don't know because she never said what the meaning of the poem was or what they represented. Though I know for sure it doesn't have much to do with birds being caged, as Maya Angelou was a civil rights activist, not an animal activist. So just saying.... DO NOT FEEL BAD IF YOU OWN A PET BIRD!! If you take good care of it, it will be a lot happier than the caged bird described in the poem. And the purpose of this poem is most definitely not to get you to free your pet bird.
By Maya Angelou (Not me! I am NOT Maya Angelou!!!!!!!!) I made it slower since I got a few complaints but if you still missed some, you can look onto this: A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing 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 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. 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.
