Don't you ever wonder
why the caged birds sing?
Not quite sure how different
they are from me.
I await my song
like scared grass longs for morning dew
after a night storm.
I need some help with this metaphor:
tell me how the change begger's hair
and unfinished quilt strings
look anything like my mind this morning.
Tangled, but no part missing.
Feels like my life is being lead by a child,
still not at an age fit to know
where all the pieces go.
I have a nose on my thigh
and eyes on my ankle.
I've been told its to watch
the perverted air softly
underneath my skirt.
What did you expect?
That I would be another one
of those women of strength,
they come in hand fulls
with ideas no greater than the previous.
They spit out laments
about unborn children
from a homeless girl
scratching at the sidewalk for pennies.
Men are filth!
they scowl at me.
I would like to make you all vomit
your so-called inner goddess and maybe
next time she'll answer the door
when she sees a man is knocking.
Just see,
see that we are nothing,
and all of us run like blind hounds on a battle field
just to see who can escape the gun shots last.
In the end,
seems like I am the only one
sick of these news, sick of television
and your thousandth re-run of the man on the moon.
One small step for man,
a tiny one for humanity
as millions cheer for a billion dollar cockpit
filled with righteous men
who wear god's hand around their necks
like a good luck noose
while another million left behind on earth
have never even seen a television screen
because they are too busy
picking our coffee beans
and sewing our hundred dollar shoes
in factory attics like lazy lambs
in some Orwellian nightmare.
Be quiet
and listen to this rotting silence,
all I have are words to realize
how close to a putrid curtain fall we are.
Maybe we could take a single day,
just a day
to sing songs of caged birds
and crack a smile through this dictatorship,
through humanity's mould.
Author notes
Written June 3rd, 2006
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hey hey, i'm back!lol, been a while since I was on, but wow, your poem is marvelous, I was like wow, lol you should get this one published
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Wow!
oh my swing! Now i'm 16 too, and you make me look BAADD! You are wicked! like you got mad skillz! This was awesome! I loved this:
"I have a nose on my thigh
and eyes on my ankle.
I've been told its to watch
the perverted air softly
underneath my skirt. "
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Awesome
I got curious after reading some, quite pursuasive, comment for you to enter a contest (after all, you don't want fifty thousand angry at you for delaying the judging?)
This is the first poem that I have read from your pages and I must say, if they are all like this, then I am beyond impressed. I do hope you decide to write and post some more, because, honestly, you've got another fan.
Awesome write.
love,
Clautje -
WOw..this is sick..it's amazingly well written..It's so powerful, I love it.
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Speechless. Almost.
Reminded me of "We didnt start the fire" by Billy Joel, only much more female and intelligent. I love all your references to the prima donna in all of us while the world whirls full of garbage...why do we have to pacify ourselves? It's individual.
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That's a weird one. It's a thinker. But, I like. Oh, yes!! I like!!!!!!!!!
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There you go ... here's my applause!
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Thank you very much.
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You rock! Whoa! I have to come back and read this again. It is mind blowing.
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Even if it were one bird in the cage...but it's ten thousand zoolicical parks around the globe with ornthilogical houses vaster than the eye can see!signed dogfish (meant to applaud - but I see I,m logged-in under your name!)
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The world's going to Hell in a handbasket riding on a rocketsled, eh? For every one good thing that happens, ten things that suck bring it down, smother it and revile it as not being "Godly" or "morally upright," which we all know is a bunch of bull.
Anyway, this was easily one of your most powerful pieces I've read in a while; it's a shame so many will miss the opportunity to learn from this slice of greatness. -
Baby, we're only animals ... we can think though ... and sometimes we think we should be angels but that's where the shit lies in piles babe ... in the thought that we're anything but animals conscious of ourselves ... But we can think & reason ... and take action ... so do it ... don't just whine about it
And no, I don't feed children in Africa and I seldom vote ... so I'm just a flee on humanity ... but I believe in the strong ones who can make a difference And the ones like you with the fire still left in them to do it 
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This is a very powerful write. I think you have pointed out some of the worst things in society - this gets stronger and stronger until the end and it is a very thought out protest, though you say it quite elegantly. Good luck in the contest.
~Diana -
I'll trust you mean that. Thanks.
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Atleast they have something else to do besides eat seeds and poop all day. Thanks.
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this was really deep...the flow was good....good job
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interesting. i always wonder why caged birds still sing. my sister and I were talking about that last week.
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