Maya Angelou Poems Caged Bird Novels & Stories

Ilang sandali pa ang pagbabalik-balik ko ng tingin hanggang sa matagpuan ang pangalan ko. Welcome to Caged Island, Katriel Laurencio! Isang maliit at magandang babae ang may hawak niyon. Bahagya niya pang kinakaway ang banner para siguro makita ko ng maayos. Lumapit ako roon habang hila-hila ang dalawang maleta. "Hi! I'm Katriel Laurencio!" bati ko sa babae. Her eyes widened as she stare at me. Awkward akong ngumiti dahil sa tingin niya.

Parang may maiiba sa meaning if I read it from different perspectives, parang may hidden message na lalabas if I analyzed it enough. But no. Same impact every time. Same flutter sa dibdib ko—that annoying, unwanted, utterly inconvenient sensation—na ayaw kong aminin. Same stupid, reckless hope creeping back in despite my best efforts to kill it, to suffocate it, to bury it six feet under. Hinampas ko yung unan. Hard. Repeatedly. Like it was the pillow's fault na I was feeling this way, like physical violence against bedding would solve my emotional turmoil.

My mind is a maze of resentment, my heart a heavy stone and the future stretches out like an unending desolate road. "A-Anak," Dad called me but I don't remember him being my father those years that I needed someone to rely on. Either of them were absent like they were just really letting that fucking old hag control me. The fire of my anger flickers and fueled by the injustice of it all. I am a fucking bird with wings clipped.. a songbird silenced by the chains of duty and obligation. But I'll resist. I'll hold on to the memories and the hope that someday, I'll break free from this gothic nightmare and find my fucking own path, my fucking own voice and my own fucking heart.

Ngunit, tulad ng mga nauna ay bigo na naman ako na makuha ang loob nito. “According to Maya Angelou- A wise woman wishes to be no one's enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone's victim. - You're not my enemy, Hilton. But I don’t want to be your victim. What I am fighting for here is our freedom.” Matalinhaga niyang pahayag, wala ka man lang makikita na anumang ekspresyon sa mukha nito. Maging ang pakikitungo niya sa akin ay nakakangilo, dahil kasing lamig ito ng yelo.