My Beautiful Gilded Prison
I stare out through my golden cage
The bars of my beautiful gilded prison,
I suck in my breath to let out my sweet melody,
But the air in my prison is putrid, toxic.
I beat my wings at the golden bars,
Of my beautiful gilded prison,
My foolish heart promises I can break those bars,
But I fall to the floor, nursing my broken wings.
I summoned the last bit of fight within,
And flew against the cage door,
And hoorah! The latch flew open,
And I tasted the fresh air of freedom.
Copyright © Angie Thomas | Year Posted 2014
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