Caged Bird

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I think this poem by Maya Angelou exemplify the two types of men we have in society.  It explains the condition of two birds, one caged and one free.  The married man I see as a caged bird; the man whom by the token of achieving the position of respectability in society by getting married quietly watch his hopes and dreams as well as his happiness and freedom go out in flames.  He is left only to contemplate what that other road would’ve felt like had he had the courage to tread it.

Then the second type of bird, the free man, the mgtow man, that uncommon man.  Afforded all the time and leisure in the world to do whatever he enjoys doing, the free bird is unrestricted by responsibilities and obligations that the caged bird is saddled with.  The free man may decide to delve into his hobbies, and there are many, or he may decide to grab solitude by its ears and listen to the gritty stuff he’s made of.  He is relieved of the burden of having to dedicate his life to a woman or to a family or to society.  He recognizes his own disposability early on and vow to value his own life above all else.  He’s free to fly and he flies free.

Unlike the aforementioned bird, the free bird isn’t shackled to a destiny he finds unsoothing.  He has himself and only himself to look after and to care for.  He deals with woman on his own terms and only when they meet him on those terms.

Yea, the caged bird with its clipped wings and tied feet knows his security (aka bondage) is certain, and his mundane needs are met within that confinement, but unlike the free bird he is denied the exhilaration of adventure, the thrill of holding one’s destiny in one’s hands and sailing through the voyage of the unknown sea.  A married man is sucker, a dead spirit who can only recreate and perpetuate his own kind.

Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind   
and floats downstream   
till the current ends
and dips his wing
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 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.

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.

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