This well acclaimed book is the autobiography of Maya Angelou (Marguerite Johnson), focusing on her childhood and teenage years. The memoir strings together Maya Angelou's vivid memories of her growing years in a hostile society that cruelly disregarded African Americans. Hailing from a broken family, Angelou and her brother are shifted between their mother, paternal grandmother and father. Her poetic prose conveys the deep angst of a young girl who is in search of a paternal figure to lean on for love and affection and tries to piece together a family. Her childhood has been mercilessly lacerated with deep scars - rape, racism, parental abandonment, neglect, depression, teenage pregnancy etc. In many ways it is very inspiring that Angelou built her identity through many of her personal crisis and guided her mind towards better ways of living, despite minimal parental nurture. Her love for literature, and curiosity towards information from books seemed to form her guiding light. I was impressed at her maturity and sensitive perception of people, even as a young girl.

Despite her prose being so evocatively profound, Angelou's narration has a sense of detachment. The sense of detached reflection makes her writing all the more deep and insightful without the distraction of heavy emotions and sentiments. Her writing enfolds very sensitive and wise reflections into very creative and beautiful metaphors that it takes time to decrypt the words and reflect on them. The paragraphs cannot be simply read - they are meant to be savored. Her poetic imagination is wonderful. During the initial pages of the book, I was more keen on learning her story, but there comes a point where you realize that the book is more about the development of her personality and identity, than the tale of her life.

I was a little disappointed that she ended the memoir a little abruptly. It was like riding on a high wave and then being suddenly dropped down. I was waiting for her to wrap up her thoughts, her experiences and probably even discuss a little about why she chose this title for her memoir, but she brought the book to a close as a beginning of another chapter - perhaps it was meant to be so, for the current memoir focuses just on the first 17 years of her life.

With my unabated curiosity, I came up with an interpretation as to why she chose the title - "I know why the caged bird sings". An obvious interpretation of "caged bird" is the servitude that haunted her because of her race and color. In addition to this, I also saw her childhood to be caged - she constantly struggled to be free as a child, free of worries, of pain and solitude. Her childhood spirit was stunted and trapped within her, wings clipped and scarred. But these bitter experiences taught her to survive, it enriched her wisdom, encouraged her to explore and develop her talents and to seek her own living. Her deeply moving poems and prose seem to signify the song of the trapped spirit.