When They built this cage
with a hammer called 'judgment'
and nails of expectations and fear,
They declared me a wingless creature
easily contained by walls of restrictions.
They think the fight ends
with the key in Their pocket.
They should have built me a coffin
because I can still
see the sky.
STAI LEGGENDO
Soft Eyes Jagged Nails
PoesiaI hunt for words The same way I shop for clothes I sift through racks in thrift stores Because that is where The gems hide. I will find boring words, And ugly words There are also the ones That would be exquisite in someone else's mouth But don't...
