carah~emm

Flapping my wings is a tiring task

when i’m still required to stay perched and ask

for permission, to ask if I can

be a person, one who isn’t a man.  

I spread my wings, take off in flight

to be shot from the sky and tucked out of sight.

You may not clip my wings, no sir, no man.

I will fly from this cage. I will and I can.