WHILE AN UNCAGED BIRD SING

A BLEEDING VOICE
April 15, 2021
IN A JIFFY
May 15, 2021

WHILE AN UNCAGED BIRD SING

Written by Olabisi Akinwale

carry your dream within you

to shut your name into a yeast on fire & rise

like dust rising above the turgid silence of Sahara,

like air spreading her tentacles into a bouquet of faith.

while the bird sings, history is bleeding on a black country

with bodies falling into an endless abyss of wounds,

& you are the future yoked with wings & love & light,

the soul created to be engrafted into a messiah to bring

an end to the leaking of blood in the eye of momma Africa.

while the bird sings, reach for the sky & pluck starlight

for night cities to see beyond their broken estates.

true, you carry resurrection on your palms

& in your body is a castle of bodies flying to freedom.

true, your voice is a cave filled with feathers

& for reasons I cannot tame, I think of you

& hear footfalls of rain racing towards a savannah.

& while an uncaged bird sings, listen,

it’s the song of black nations desiring to bloom above their gloom,

a song at the breast of dawn, waiting to wear your voice.

 

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