We Called Her a Brd
All this talk of cages.
She’s a bird,
she’s trapped,
let her fly,
make her sing.
It’s funny
that we only notice
the pretty metal bars
and
how lovely she is,
perched there
for us.
We made her think
that a cage
is beautiful.
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