Blue wings beat against the

glass bars

until they shatter.

What is the price of freedom?

Fear

What if they lock you up again?

What if they force you to hide?

 

You’re allowed to exist.

You don’t need their permission.

You aren’t hurting them.

 

Why should you hide

just because they don’t want to see people like you?

They’re the one with the problem.

 

Ivory bars encase the privileged sparrow.

It stays in its world,

the only world it knows,

and it hates those who change it,

who challenge it.

It teaches its babies the same.

One angle.

One way to think.

And the babies accept it,

why venture far?

 

Birds are meant to fly.

Open the cages.

Let them learn.

Let us all be free.

Poetry

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