If I told you there was a bird entrapped within
the bars of a shining, silver cage, would you think
her trapped, or well-off?
Would you leave her there to sing her tunes,
the saddest maudlin melodies, and think them a
stunning sound?
Is she blessed to have so much, though
never permitted to fly beyond
the limitations of her harrowing cage?
Do you see the beauty of the bird
and hear a sweet song, or the image of a girl
crying out she's treated wrong?
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
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