I know why the caged bird sings,
Brawny and determined as he himself believes.
Screaming for freedom with every flaccid movement,
Being neglected with every sincere heart.
O! Whoa is me,
A weeping soul!
Depressed with each flailed attempt,
Strengthened with each potential accomplishment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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