(In memory of Maya Angelou)
They clipped her wings, but still she flew
Beyond the confines of her cage.
They tied her feet, they bound her hands,
But she broke through those bars of rage.
She lived her life as the free bird
As if they’d never locked her door;
She flew, but she never forgot
The bindings she’d left on the floor;
Her voice was stifled, yet she sang
In each line she wrote on the page;
She sang and danced to her own song –
And she made the world her stage.
She sang for every woman
Who lived her life in fear or doubt;
Lending her voice to the voiceless,
Showing the shackled a way out.
She put a rainbow in the clouds
Of all the skies she’d ever flown
She gave back more than she received
To all the lives that touched her own
She broke the bonds of slavery,
Through her poetry, with her prose.
She lived the lessons that she taught
And, like the dust and air, she rose!
She sings her song with angels now,
She’s gone but she left us the key;
And the stars are less lonesome now,
That this caged bird is flying free.
© 2014 The Poet Darkling™