I wrote this poem after a conversation with a mother. She was having a difficult time with her young adult son who lived with her. This poem is for anyone but specifically for the young, gifted and black. The mother eagle makes the nest uncomfortable so the young eagle can leave the nest and learn to fly. Your wings are long enough now so you have freedom to fly.
"Black Eagle, it's the 4th of July and the fireworks have started.
No need to hideaway, we've been waiting for this moment.
The sounds of the bombs and rockets is festivity for this jubilee.
The colors of red and green has filled up the black starry sky
above the bridge across the Hudson where the ships are passing by.
Still you question, “am I ready to fly?”
Your home was built on high places so you could stand the winds of life.
Your feathers grew to bear you up but now your wings are crowding your view.
Black Eagle, it's the 4th of July,
uncomfortable is your place of rest
because it's time to leave your prickly nest."
Black Eagle By Zane St.Juste ©2013