To Maya Angelou Poem by Fayeda T. K.

I know why caged bird sings,
Maya Angelou,
I know why caged bird sing.

But you still have got wings to rise,
And not this caged bird anytime.

For I could never find,
The phenomenal woman in me.
I couldn't even find who I am.

As they say, I couldn't be bothered
About how much my brain matters,
I couldn't even looks at my poems,
And smile as it's my own.
They have rendered it for some other's-
Authority and fame very before itself.

I couldn't take my paintings,
And say, it's mine, being glad.
Cause they always kept mocking at it,
Perhaps I only knew what I've drawn.
For I am a woman who don't know herself.

So, I weave in my own ways,
Sometimes so, I cook too,
That's when they complain of it, my tasteless food...hhhmmm..

I put things in my own ways, sometimes they like it and say,
'Wow...at last, you could...do one! '
Hey! At last they could find me once.

But I am mysterious sometimes.
And I know that's not me,
Who doesn't know herself.
But it's all about them, cause
They haven't known me yet.

They don't know craft of my works,
Taste of my new dishes,
Anything, anything I have done.
They felt I am nothing and none.
Even though they were nothing without me!

Sometimes a mere salt
Which exceeded in the dishes,
could bring out the disgust they had to me.

They, for a jiffy, forget;
That it's the same salt that add taste,
And the same person cooks tasty dishes too.

I know I am not a phenomenal woman,
So, nobody, even me,
Can't know me at all
I know I am salt content-
Adds taste, they don't find me
Unless if I am not there
Or if I carelessly become excess.

So I love to be basicyeah...want to be the same at all.
So I can be same at all.
So, I can be myself.
I can weave in my own ways.