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In “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” Marguerite is like the caged bird in the poem “The Caged Bird” because she feels

Read the passage from “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”For nearly a year, I sopped around the house, the Store, the school and the church, like an old biscuit, dirty and inedible. Then I met, or rather got to know, the lady who threw me my first life line.

Read the passage from “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”Mrs. Bertha Flowers was the aristocrat of Black Stamps. She had the grace of control to appear warm in the coldest weather, and on the Arkansas summer days it seemed she had a private breeze which swirled around, cooling her. She was thin without the taut look of wiry people, and her printed voile dresses and flowered hats were as right for her as denim overalls for a farmer. She was our side's answer to the richest white woman in town.

Read the passage from "The Caged Bird.”But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see throughhis bars of ragehis wings are clipped andhis feet are tiedso he opens his throat to sing.

Read the passage from "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”"I'll say you do a lovely job, thought, so neat. That dress looks professional."Momma was enjoying the seldom-received compliments. Since everyone we knew (except Mrs. Flowers, of course) could sew competently, praise was rarely handed out for the commonly practiced craft."I try, with the help of the Lord, Sister Flowers, to finish the inside just like I does the outside."[. . .]"That is a very good job, Mrs. Henderson. You should be proud. You can put your dress back on, Marguerite.""No ma'am. Pride is a sin. And 'cording to the Good Book, it goeth before a fall.""That's right. So the Bible says. It's a good thing to keep in mind."

Read the passage from “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”She smiled that slow dragging smile, "Thank you, Mrs. Henderson. I'd prefer Marguerite, though." My name was beautiful when she said it. "I've been meaning to talk to her, anyway." They gave each other age-group looks.

Read the passage from “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”Momma said, “Sister, I know you acted like a little lady. That do my heart good to see settled people take to you all. I’m trying my best, the Lord knows, but these days . . .” Her voice trailed off. “Go on in and change your dress.”

Read the passage from “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”Occasionally, though, Mrs. Flowers would drift off the road and down to the Store and Momma would say to me, "Sister, you go on and play." As I left I would hear the beginning of an intimate conversation. Momma persistently using the wrong verb, or none at all."Brother and Sister Wilcox is sho'ly the meanest—" "Is," Momma? "Is"? Oh, please, not "is," Momma, for two or more. But they talked, and from the side of the building where I waited for the ground to open up and swallow me, I heard the soft-voiced Mrs. Flowers and the textured voice of my grandmother merging and melting. They were interrupted from time to time by giggles that must have come from Mrs. Flowers (Momma never giggled in her life).