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chapter 8

The food was bought out about four minutes later. I was so bored listen to my dad and Katie conversations about love bla bla bla  ,  I ate my food as quickly as I could because I wanted to go home as soon as possible. After eating my food I stated

"Let's go home, it is already late" I said stressed out.

" OK"

We headed to our car, the arrangement was the same as always Katie at the front with my dad and I  at the back seat.

He started the car but it gave a very weak and   unencouraging sound.

"What is happening!" My dad sounded confused, as he opened the bonnet of the car.

The battery was intact and nothing was out of place. He close the bonnet and came to tell us the bad news .

"Good news and bad news , the bad news is the car is not working well so we are not going home tonight, but the good news is we are staying at a hotel"

"Wow a hotel, you so charming" She yapped

"Yeah just what I need" I said as I face palmed myself.

"Honey what do you think"

"Another night with you and Katie wow so amazing" I commented in a deep voice, as I rolled my eyes

"But we have to trek there,  it's like a 10-minute walk so buckle up"

On getting to the hotel  Katie fell and broke her ankle, so my dad had to carry her all the way ,it was so unbearable for me but I had to manage. I can't say anything in front of my dad. we got to the hotel and my dad booked a honeymoon Suite for him and Katie.  "What is the cheapest room you have here"  Katie asked with a big smile.

"What do you mean the cheapest"My dad yelled.

" You can't waste money on such a low life girl, she  can sleep in one of the cheap rooms and let's enjoy your life" she blabbed but I didn't say a word.

He booked a really small room for me, "Wow he care so much about me"  I stated sarcastically, I knew without a doubt that, that night was going to horrible.

They both headed to their luxury Suites ,  while I went to the  bathroom to wash my face hoping this nightmare would disappear .

I headed to my very cramped room and laid my head on the dirty bedspread which was laid  on the bed,  the room looked as if it  had not been cleaned for over 50 years, it was very suffocating. The smell of goats waste kept flowing through the air, I was so disgusted and irritated. The worst part of that room was,  it didn't even have a television for me to drown my sorrows  in.  Wow  I felt like a caged bird which was singing for freedom. I remember the poem why a caged bird sings and I related it to my current situation.

I Remembered the line" it can seldom see them  it's  bars of Rage."
I did know when I started reciting the poem

"A free bed leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing into the orange Sun rays and dares to claim  the sky but the caged bird  stalks down  his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet   tied so he opens his throat to sing the caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things  unknown but long for still and his tune is heard on the distance hill for the caged bird sings of freedom the free bird thinks of another Breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees" I  recited as tears flowed for my eyes I never understood the poem  until today, wow it has so much meaning and so much pain connected to it ,I guess if I never actually went through all the suffering and pain I would have never understood what that poem really talked about.

Before now I always saw it as a useless  school assignments but now I'm glad  i did the assignments because it relates  so much to my pain and suffering right now, it just made me feel comfort and belonging.

Let me explain!

It feels like I'm the caged bird and the free birds are my colleagues. The person who  tied me up and clip my wings is of course Katie and I'm singing out for help but yet nobody hears me ,I cannot run away because I'm surrounded by bars of rage,  the bars of rage means depression.  It describes my sorrow and suffering .

Normally this poem was about the black Americans in America . They could not talk to the white. They where discriminated but somehow it  feels like my pain. That's not exactly   what it talked about but i just gave it a whole different meaning. what i felt was right

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