The Savvy Pen

Some days ago, I found a poem I wrote using 14 (?) works.  I look a line or two out of the works and made it into something new.  If I find the titles I’ll post them up as well!

The weary blues – I know why the caged bird sings – I, too - Sing America (one of my favorites ) – america – etc Sing America. The very first time I thought I was lost, My dungeon shook and my chains fell off,The days were still stuffy with summer,I was in America, Among the Americans— But not of them. No idle passenger Traveling through life, The watcher turns his eyes away,His dreams mocked to death by time,Scorned by attitudes,He will explode.   Left his footprints in the skyWith a big knife,Without pencil or paper, With one thousand masterpieces, Hanging only from his mind— Maybe it just sags.  Like wet cornstarch, I slide,I was a guide, A pathfinder, An original settler,But I laugh,I LIVE THE ANSWER! Besides,Why should the world be overwise?Tomorrow the radiant stars, Too full to swallow any sorrow,Counting all our tears and sighs,Let the world dream otherwise.   Then,I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,The darkness under the trees,When he beats his bars and would be free.  

I, too, am America.