Accept it, Mom

It’s been a year since I first had the dark thoughts. I was nine at that time. I’m ten now. I’m still a kid. You accept that. It’s a fact that you can’t change. Why can’t anyone accept me? I didn’t choose to be like this! It’s not my fault! Why is everybody blaming me? Ok, I know I will affect you. But I am already trying my best! What else do you want? You could have chosen not to have me come into this world. But since you let me, then you have to accept the responsibility that no matter how I am, I am YOUR DAUGHTER. Not that kid on the street. Not someone living next door. Not your friend’s cousin’s niece. You’ve just gonna got to put up with me living under the same roof as you for the next 10  years until I’m old enough to get out. OK? To please you I SHALL DIE FIRST! BEFORE THE 10 FKING YEARS! HAPPY NOW?

Sorry for the rant.

get it?

 Dude. This can't relate to me any more. I've been trying to tell people this ever since I'm old enough to understand.

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
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 fearful trill
of the 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. 





Maya Angelou