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Caged Hummingbird


Placed in a cage 

On a world that’s staged 

Front and center 

In one’s display 

Groomed to self-humiliate 

Self-berate 

Self-sabotage 

You know all the ingredients 

Of one’s self-loathing 

Self-hate 

On display 

A hummingbird 

Placed in one’s cage 

Voice eventually taken away 

Wings clipped

Dreams of singing 

Stripped 

Obtaining trepidation 

Cultivating hesitation 

Attaining desperation 

To hide 

A voice so captivating 

Humming in silence 

Fighting with herself 

Trying to innerstand 

This running and hiding 

It’s not a matter of 

If she can sing 

It’s the realization 

Of the trauma 

It did bring 

The detriment 

Enhanced self violence 

Dismay 

A hummingbird bird

Placed in a cage 

Left with plenty sorrows 

Many unwritten songs

Lyrics

Playing in her mind

How could such a gift 

Or talent feel so unkind 

A hummingbird placed in a cage 

In the vicinity of mockingbirds 

Deeming to steal her stage 

Tone deaf 

To their reality 

Off key

A hummingbird placed in their cage 

On their stage 

With an immense amount of negative projections 

Injections of preconceived notions 

Suppressed emotions

For everyone to see

In search and hopes for better tomorrow’s 

A hummingbird placed in a cage

Left to feel vulnerable 

Dissociation her means to escape

A sense of vulnerability 

She doesn’t desire to face 

The anxiety makes her pace 

Back and forth 

Melodies and symphonies 

Swirling around in her headspace

Thumping like the sound of a beating drum

 “da-dum-da-dum" 

Drum roll please… 

Or the highest pitch of piano keys 

Ears ringing with low and high frequencies

Losing sight of her voice’s authenticity and vibrancy

Can she just get some peace?!?

 

She drifts

Into the stars in the night sky

Something begins to shift…

Goodbye 

 

 Will the hummingbird ever replace the cage? 

She just desires to fly faraway! 

Humming hymns, riffs and runs…

 

Until she’s met with the rays of the golden sun…

 

Unsung


PoeticFlavaaa💋

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Po3ticFl8vaaa

A rhythmic poet, with an immense amount of depth from one’s shadows emerging to spread awareness and the purity of God’s love and wisdom! If you ever needed proof that God has a real existence, I am a living testament… Welcome to my realm of flavaaa and timeless poetry✍🏾🌬️

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