Sympathy
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the
springing grass
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bird
opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice
steals-
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fainwould be on the bough a-
swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scar
And they pulse again with a keener sting-
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah ma,
When his wings is bruised and his bosom
sore,-
When he beats his bars and he would be
free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's
deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he
flings-
I know why the caged bird sings!
-Paul Laurence Dunbar
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My First Time
The sky was dark
The moon was high
All alone
Just her and I
Her hair so soft
Her eyes so blue
I knew just what
She wanted to do
Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers
Down her spine
I didn't know how
But I tried my best
To place my hand
On her breasts
I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread
Her legs apart
And when she did it
I felt no shame
All at once
The white stuff came
At last it's finished
It's all over now
My first time
Milking a COW!