A tribute to Maya Angelou...
It been ages...

The Caged Bird that Sang to Freedom

Born to parents with differences
Sent to live with grand parents, indulged a bit,
Back to mother, a tender-aged gawky girl
Raped by mother's boy friend, for no reason at all
Telling it, and they killed him, that silenced her...
She forgot to speak, feeling responsible for speaking
Speaking to kill, silence was the only way out
Because she thought, 'if I speak, I'll kill some one else!'

It took years to break the silence, but she read and learnt,
Slowly the wounds did heal, and when she spoke, she spoke for all
She spoke for abused women, used women and oppressed blacks
She spoke for courage, resilience, for over coming it all
She spoke for those who hope not, for those who dare to dream
She sang the songs for the voiceless, dejected, disillusioned lot
She taught, how to struggle, to overcome, by telling it all!
She shared her most intimate moments with others & bared her soul...

She looked for loved, searched high and low, and many marriages
and partnerships later learnt the truth: the truth about love:
'How can you love someone, if you do not live your self?'
And like a caged bird she sang, her voice echoing in the hills
Over the mountains, down the hills, across boundaries, in a fearful trill,
Till she broke free from shackles of slavery, shackles of ill will,
And then her song became an anthem, of poor, depraved, enslaved
And it reverberated far and wide, to all the corners, worldwide...

And a helpless, hapless, wronged-against-woman, became a source
Of strength and inspiration, of force and resurrection, rejuvenation;
Of hope and full freedom, from inner demons and outer demons;
From discrimination and humiliation, from oppression to emancipation
From despair to exaltation, from down-in-the-dumps to up in the clouds
The struggle was enormous, the path arduous, but she egged on, by her
Inner strength, power of conviction, determination and perseverance...

And though a caged bird, she sang and sang, till her trill reached the farthest end
her voice echoing in the hills, over the mountains, down the hills,
across boundaries, in a fearful trill, she sang of hope of dream un-fulfilled;
Till she broke free from shackles of slavery, shackles of ill will,
And, her song freed her and her fellow men, from all the prisons,
all the prejudices, all dejections, with a renewed hope, renewed strength.
And her name was Maya Angelou,
My angel, your angel, an angel of peace, with inner glow...

Author: Zoya Zaidi
Copyright : Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
A tribute to Maya Angelou

Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2014-07-27 at 22:14

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely poem about the atrocities
Committed by a bunch of moronic
People Who think there always right
No matter the cost of human
Suffering. Thanks for posting
Sorry I would read more
Of her poems but I get
To emotional at life treated
With no regard
Thanks again Zoya zaidi

Zoya Zaidi
Dear Nabeela,
Read her autobiographies, especially her first volume (She had=s seven) "I Know Why a Caged Bird Sings", it is a lovely account of childhood of 'Black' children growing up in deep south of Arkansas, and their travails and prejudices against them that they have to face in the first half of the twentieth century; it is heart breaking!
Her poems are also scathing in their criticism of the atrocities meted out to the blacks of those times in USA.

Zoya Zaidi
Many thanks Editorial Team for selecting this poem of Mine on Maya Angelou, an extra ordinary woman who fought all possible adversary to emerge not only as a survivor but a source of inspiration for many. Who used her experiences to make her stronger and drew upon them to learn her lessons in life in a positive manner instead of succumbing to her ill fate.
Thanks again!

Nabeela Altaf
I have been reading a lot about Maya Angelou recently and I found your poem beautiful. A lovely, heart breaking piece about an extraordinary woman.

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Zoya Zaidi
Yeh, Elle, I have great respect for those who triumph over adversity. And not only triumph, but also go on o become a source of inspiration for others.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for this. She was proof that adversity could mak you stronger x