I have wings
Can't fly high
In my cage
They don't want me to,
So I won't,
Or so they think.
They keep the gates closed
So they only
Can see the world
They chose to run
Without the billions parts of me
Hidden behind the doors
They closed.
But there is a justice
And the cage is screwed
There is no room for the awaken quail
In a pigeon's coop
I am awakening
And we are speaking up
I have wings
And are no more any doors
Or ceilings
So I fly high
Because
Ladies,
We are many.
YOU ARE READING
Shadowy lines
PoetryA little bit of poetry For my first published work on Wattpad, I wanted it to be something I'm comfortable with. I have been writing poems for years, and it feels right to publish some of my latest before my stories. I used to write in French, mostl...
