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These Cages


I looked out, past metal obscuring my vision.

I looked beyond the cold.

I looked past my cage.

I lifted my voice as I lifted my head

"This needs to be heard,

This needs to be said;

Metal hits metal while

Our cages clank together

These cages of words

These cages of expectations

These cages of doubt."

So I rattled my bars and

Screamed my sorrows

But one more wanting freedom

Gets no attention

Amid a population that 

Sees the world through bars.

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