y el pájaro vio el cielo y se voló

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind

and floats downstream till the current ends

and dips her wings in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down her narrow cage

can seldom see through her bars of rage

her wings are clipped and her feet are tied

so she opens her throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill

of things unknown but longed for still

and her tune is heard on the distant hill

for the caged bird sings of freedom.

I know why the caged bird sings (fragment), Maya Angelou