I'm a broken bird with broken wings
I'm a broken thing
I had no voice to scream louder
I was pushed in a cage
I struggled to come out
I had no voice to tell a story
I fought for me to fly out
I had to find myself in the melodies of poetry
Just to set free
I had to grow my voice
I have a voice now, hear me roar in the morning.
YOU ARE READING
WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryThis collection of poems it was written in different parts. The reason behind why I choose to write it in broken pieces, I am not a good storyteller I want the readers to feel dehydrated then to rehydrate, to feel goosebumps in brain and understand...
