Sing Sweet

There once was a time, when I thought

Women were birds and men were the

Weights chained to their wings

Sitting alone in my room I could hear

The sweetest cries of pain, as the birds

Fought against the weight

Watching a screen I thought that I saw

Proof against my young insanity, these

Women were strong, these birds flew away

But why did I still hear the rattling chains

There once was a time when I thought

Men were snakes, waiting to prey on the birds

Chaining them and catching them for sport

Claiming the birds as their own

I do not remember when my chains first

Appeared or the face of the hunter that attached them,

I only remember the stark sensation of fear,

The first time I had to run

We birds know how it feels when the 

Chains tighten on our neck, being told we

Should sing sweeter and speak less,

I have seen the broken bodies of birds

Still wrapped in chains, but I refuse to let 

That be me

Everytime the chain grows tighter I scream,

Rather then sing sweet, I claw when a 

Snake comes close to me, but

How charming these snakes can be

Putting on a mask, making me believe

They are harmless, mark my words

No one is harmless

No bird or snake is defenseless, 

We all have the ability to fight, yet without

Confidence within it is hard to find

The strength sometimes