Self Sacrifice

i am a peacock
i am a humming bird
i am a nightingale
i am a caged bird…
from an early age my talents have been coveted and nurtured
and now, at the extremity of my spring
the craft that has become my life is in a downward spiral
but i will rise to the occasion and stand tall…
…like i always have
i stand tall and display our glory
i sing our story
i sing alto and soprano
my voice muted…
i embellish my flesh as i lay my soul bare,
whilst the sycophant secretly scuttles for safety.
i stand as the lead singer with a devoted band bravely
sustaining my efforts to recover acknowledgement
even at the evident end.
i am a caged bird…
i am a nightingale
i am a humming bird
i am a peacock
I am the song bird turned mythical creature
sacrificing myself to be society’s martyr
sticks and stones, bruised and broke the bones of my peers
but for me you chose words
to break my spirit
you have turned your backs on me
because I made it public that I like my bread buttered on both sides
... i used to love you
my voice muted…
i sing alto and soprano
i sing our story
i stand tall and display our glory
i will always love you dearly
for i am your proverbial phoenix
and from my ashes I will rise again
I am a peacock – i stand tall and display our glory
i am a humming bird - i sing our story
i am a nightingale – i sing alto and soprano
my voice muted
i am a caged bird – my voice muted…
i am a caged bird – my voice muted…
i am a caged bird – my voice muted…

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A poem by: Ayob Vania © 29th March 2005 07:31:00 - 09:58:22