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There were bars that entrapped her
Binary codes that captured her
There were walls made of concrete
Phones and messages, questions needing answers

Paperwork, assignments, deadlines and digits
Hello in the morning and silence by day
Have a good  night and drive home safely
She stopped singing and smiling
The canary fell incarcerated by corporations

She plucked her feathers out trying to escape
They had her because food, money, bills continued breath
Five days charged by the codes in the matrix
They robbed and stole extracurricular thoughts

Strangling her by the throat with their threats
We’ll cut you off and you will surely die
You can drown in your singing and verse
She plucked another yellow feather from her wing
But there was food to eat and wine to drink
At night the binary bars opened for sleep
The phone silenced and the questions ceased

Weighing what is worst and what is best
Chose to stay in prison out of necessity 
Floods still come and go and wading in mud
Clothes covered in bacterias and lies
Meetings and participation in games unnecessary
Must play or else the road of destitution is there

However, two days did come and on time
The suffocation of the Pharaoh and his whips stopped
The bird opened the door of the cage just to try to fly
Somehow she forgot how to flap her wings freely
So day one, she stretched and fluttered those appendages
Now, featherless and flight was sadly impossible
The walls still trapped her on those two days

Another way to fly, so she thought
Yes, there is a horizon of gold in her mind
She saw the sunset and the rainbows
She saw other birds soaring towards the lights
Closing her eyes, imagined her toes on the window sill
The window opened by thought and she stretched her arms
They were filled with feathers of all colors 
She felt the drifts of warm wind on her face

The air then gave her lift and she was in flight
Don’t open your eyes! See it in imagination
She spread her wings that were full and beautiful
Fly! Wherever she wills, for the birds are on wing
Over tree-tops, over streams, way above the bars
They can’t enslave the fledglings here
The birds are free to fly and go and be whatever

It is because God gave her the keys to freedom
The lock is hidden within her soul
The key and lock are seen through intuition
Concentration on flight and doing the task
Are within the gifts of imaginative thoughts
And taking flight is available to birds
She had to believe their existence
Before the little bird took flight

©BJ
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