classroom number nine
there is no such thing as limits
even in a closed room
when someone else gives you wings
i was a caged bird that you set free
keeping me close to listen and teach
and you taught me that
no place is silent, no shadows black
you showed me how to hide
but only when i needed to
let me speak in rivers
or the smallest of voices
you gave me the strength to swim upstream
reminded me that i am powerful
and that there is nothing happier
than a caged bird set free
kept close to kind hearts
to listen
and to teach
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