Self Sacrifice

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…

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