tHE cAGED bIRD

I know why the caged bird sings. It's not because his song is as vibrant as his feathers, that he plucks away each day because he doesn't feel beautiful. It's not because of the majesty that exist in the freedom of being able to spread his wings though he knows he'll never rise to the occasion. He sings because he believes that this cage was made for a king because he has never tasted freedom with a side order of skies. He's never flown past the sun on a cool morning or hung with the moon on a warm night. He's only ever known the comfort of a prison that his thoughts have become accustomed to calling home. He would never venture beyond the "welcome" mat because what's beyond the threshold holds no promise the way these bars and metal locks do. He sings because he knows that no one is listening so if he makes a mistake he doesn't have to live with the regret or embarrassment of knowing that he missed his note. The caged bird never believes that he's caged because behind these walls he's safe and he prefers it this way. I know why the caged bird sings.

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