I’ve been penned through winters and longed for June.
Wished for days that showed up as noons.
Crossed my heart and prayed under plenty full moons.
I know why the caged bird sings.
I’ve extended my wings, brutally blocked by the cage.
Then I did it again, each sting soothed my engulfing rage.
And again and again, nearly breaking a chain.
I know why the caged bird sings.
When I transferred the...