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  • POEM: Caged Bird by Maya Angelou (7/1/2017 3:56:00 PM)

    Though the poem was poignantly written about racial oppression, the symbolism is comfortably vague enough that a lot of types of oppression could be applied as well. One of the ways I've commonly perceived this poem is in relation to vulnerability (Check out the Brene Brown Ted Talk on vulnerability and shame) , free will, and courage. Sometimes, people clip their own wings, tie their own feet, or life has done this for them but they don't get out for some reason when they have the chance. Sometime they choose their cage, or even build it for themselves. Cages of shame, atrophy, rage and projected blame and frustration. They are conflicted for it, because it goes against the very nature of humanity in some ways to do so, yet is human nature to cage themselves too, it's a dichotomy of human nature. The cage isn't just what keeps them in though, it is also about keeping them safe, what it protects them from - what it keeps out, it's safety to them. Their nightmare screams, their rage blinds them to themselves, binds them to their prison, reinforces it even. Deep down, you can't trust and respect yourself, LOVE yourself, and choose a cage, and people suffer for the schism they endure for that. It's devastatingly sad. Sometimes, instead of bashing themselves against it to get out, they bash you against it trying to pull you in. I've met a few people like this. They talk the talk, *words* of courage, passion, freedom, joy, hope, dignity and ambition, loving and respecting themselves, but they don't walk it, or fly in this case. You can land by them, and invite them out, open the door for them even, but they remain in their prison and scream all the while, taking their rage out on you instead of themselves for their impotence. All they do is stay inside, 'safe', and declare through their bars with a shrill obstinate wail they *are* free - which is a fallacy, they are exercising their free will to be in the cage, but it's not real freedom and they know it deep down. It's the ultimate delusion, from which many delusions follow in order to protect themselves from the fact they are doing it to themselves, their anguish and delusion are symbiotic and always manifest together, as does impotence and projection away from the fact they are responsible to themselves. At some point, you may have to give up on hope of flying with them, respect their free will to choose the course of their lives, respect your own course and ambitions too. You don't have to be a martyr and stunt your own life just to be near though, you don't have to give up your freedom and live and breathe their delusions too, if you love and respect yourself, you'll fight for your open air, sun and wind. You can just fly away, and hope you'll find someone else to fly with you, and focus on all the things to celebrate in life again because you can, and hope you find someone who will join you in your bliss. Because that's what free will demands upon us all in life, and it's up to each of us to answer to it and leverage it how we see fit. They'll probably sing/scream the loudest as you go, because you were as close an approximation to freedom they've had, yet they want to stay in their cage and vicariously bask in your freedom, and as you go out of sight finally back to the open sky it will be terribly painful for them. DO NOT let them clip your wings, tie your feet, or imprison you too in their bars (misery loves company) , some will try to 'keep' you rather than fly with you. Don't let them. If you're lucky, you'll have known what it's like to fly in tandem, love in tandem, thrive in tandem before, and you would never allow for anything to obstruct you from that again, and you'll fly solo until you find that with someone else once more.

  • POEM: Flicker by Cynthia Kurtz (5/7/2017 3:55:00 PM)

    Aw, shucks. Thanks.: : blush: :