Why the Mockingbird Sings

Why does the mockingbird sing? Why does she lift her head to die? Is it the color of her wings? Or is it the passion in her cry? Her voice, which sings herself to sleep at night, Will never fade nor never will her might. Oh how high she soars and flies Up far beyond, as if she’s not afraid to die. Though others mock the mockingbird As she sweeps throughout the streets. With cruel remarks like poison darts Which pierce her feathered feet. Alone she flies, she wonders why They throw those darts her way. For had she wronged the ones who hate Or did they loath her darken traits? Beauty is never loved and often cherished less. The hateful jealous ones bring down the very best. With her wings ruffled, yet darker than the rest, She sits and sings her medley far beyond her nest. They try to break her down and shatter her within They lock her out, push her down, and never let her in. She spreads her wings as she squeaks and squalls to all So that all may here, and listen, perched above the wall. For all who cares to listen Will surely be appalled, To why she sings her song When many want her gone All she wants is to be free, to fly and feel relief To sing her song, and go along, without a bit of grief