I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Novels & Stories

‘Caged’ By Martha Magdalena This cage my life Me useless to change it I know every corner of the cage I don’t know my capturers But I know their rules I know the consequences They want me to entertain them But I won’t Faces pressed to the window Cameras in their hand They search the cage for me They read the sigh Which has no insight to me They leave snacks in plain sight Wanting me to come out To give in to temptation But I won’t I am in control of my actions The lights go off Everyone leaves, disappointed I am moved No expectations No watching eyes A false sense of freedom But still trapped Still forced to survive until Forced out again I see others through the windows Behind the waiting c

Tonight was New York's biggest modern art exhibition, and another major project I had curated. "This piece, 'The Caged Bird,' is truly breathtaking," a middle-aged collector marveled beside me. "The artist has captured despair so realistically." "That's because she was painting herself." "She was a bird in a gilded cage who thought the cage was the entire world." "Only when the fire burned that cage to the ground did she discover how vast the sky truly was." The collector nodded thoughtfully, and just as he was about to say more, a commotion erupted at the gallery entrance.

The cage is closing. And this time, there’s no way out.

I dreamed of a silver bird that forgot how to fly because the cage was made of its favorite memories. When I woke up, the sun was hitting the glass, and the scanners were already humming downstairs. The work had begun. And the cage was now my home.

"If you are playing me I will destroy you." "I am not " Alex said fiercely. He moved closer. ". Keep accusing me and I might start wishing I was the one selling you out." Rowan grabbed Alexs arm pulling him against the desk. Their bodies pressed together. Alex could feel the line of muscle beneath the suit. "You have no idea what you are walking into " Rowan said, voice rough. "This company is not business. It is a cage.. I am both prisoner and warden." The confession slipped out small but real. Alex caught the flash of something haunted in Rowans eyes.

Callie was his songbird. Vin winced at the thought. The nickname came from Callie’s situation of being trapped here like a caged bird, with Vin being her captor. But now, it was as if Vin was the one captured by Callie’s charms. She was still his caged little bird, he never wanted to let her go. “You never did tell me about your tattoos,” whispered Vin as his fingers trailed softly along the intricate lines of colorful ink across her whole back. Flowers and petals adorned her back, while at the center of it all was a little bird.

His head was high but his eyes were downwards. I gulped down the lump form in my throat as realization dawned upon me that I had once again came back to his cage from where I had taken my fly of freedom. “Please come out” he requested me but his strong voice was saying something else. He was not requesting me but telling me that I had to follow him and my frightened body took it like a command.

I tilted my neck to find the room empty. I breathed out and collapsed on the floor with hot tears trailing down on my cheeks which I never knew I held. They say a caged bird remains in the cage no matter how much it tries to fly away with its broken wings. It will always remain weak, broken and shackled. And here I was the one. All broken, numb and destroyed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you like it. Thoughts so far?

not wanting me to see it. It was silent for a few minutes. I was internally cursing myself for ruining the moment, when he suddenly spoke. "Do you want to hear a story Onika?" His eyes still trained forwards, refusing to meet my gaze, in an attempt to hide his vulnerability. I took a shaky breath and took a step backwards, as if struck. I still remember the story of the caged bird he told me, and I can't help but note the similarities between the caged bird and me.