MY CAGE BIRD DOSEN'T SING
Because the world continues to clip her wings
And impale her heart
With a pole long enough to tear her apart
She declines from who she is
No longer viewing blue skies, seals her lid
A lid containing an illusion of her flying
An Image leading to imperishable crying
MY CAGE BIRD DOSENT SING
Because her silence imprints an image left only by a
queen
Her vital but silent melody liberates
Those imbalanced by an abundance of hate
An inability to make the world go round
With the love that produces harmony and sound
But eventually her spirit will fly up above
Matching that of a white dove
But you see.........
MY CAGE BIRD ONLY SINGS
To a tune that matches the flapping of her wings