Caged

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Emanating from deep within its coils is warmth The red hot comfort like an indoor campfire   As it hugs and envelops me until I no longer remember the suffering
What is the boundary of freedom? Whatever you discribe it as- it never fits its definition. For we know no freedom. Only the lack of. No matter your location, we all have the same amount of freedom-
Monkey see monkey do, Monkey's gonna murder you. Monkey knows the way you sneak, Sees the company you keep. With a collar around her throat,  Monkey's gonna make you choke.  Monkey see monkey do,
She stood in front of the gate that she had seen rust The only difference was that now she could see over it For the first time she heard cars on the road that were miles away She could see through the dark 
Memories wrapped around clots and strands Of hair oft described as gold, by those forgetting Its bearer led a life Best described as wing-clipped.   Thigh-length, some days shining, others matted
7:53 The door closes behind me and I slip in, Unnoticed, hopefully, And granted free. Late.  They walk in late. "Sign the clipboard." Stamp of feet as the herd obeys.
The Window whispers to me It told me it wanted to be free  And no longer cry The Window called to the key It responded shaken; a little shy It said you know you can see
Nobody knows there is a cage, / That you have been shoved inside.
I am an individual you see  I am not supressed or opressed I do things my own way I lay on my kitchen floor  I sing on the toilet I pass gass freely I make weird sounds when I'm by myself
There was a fire inside of herthat she just wouldn't put out.
Release me from this cage, These wings are mine to keep. But like a bird with broken wings, I will never fly again. For it was you, Whom shattered my dreams to fly.
Hi my name is well I don't know I've never had a home been in a cage since I was born
Ameica is the land of the free Home of the brave But how can we be brave How can we be free? If walking down a street Means you need to bleed Where are the free? Because since all live in fear
There is a lion inside But I have stage fright. 
I wish I could be a free bird Flying with the wind
Hear my songs
I am a caged bird. I have been placed here in this room full of people. I am their entertainment. They mock, they point, they poke. Oh, I wish they could see how much it hurts.
Every day I look into the mirror and this is what I see.  Size 2 kids feet, stepping on me. 
Do you ever feel paper thin? See-through, transparent Like everyone knows what you’re thinking Even before you’re thinking it.   Do you ever feel naïve? Inexperienced, unprepared
hidden behind Bars
The sun shows throught the leaves,
Everyone talks about it Why won't you be about it This angry hand that you raiseDoes nothing but appraise It appraises our loveHow worthless it isHow it hurts to stick around
Let it flow, let it be Out on pages from your mind Grammer won't get you fined Spelling doesn't count on creativity Single minds don't get their way english teachers set up laws
Here I am. Broken, scarred, thrown, trashed. I'm nothing more than your puppet used to your manipulation. Your tight grip on my life has me suffocating and struggling from my last spoken wish to be free from this torture.
The biggest mistake That I ever made Was letting you control me Like your own pathetic toy. None of it was worth it. I never should have let you in. But now I caged myself Into my own torture.
bound to the thought of tradition, chained to the idea of reality structured in the ways of the ones before you, trapped in the shadows of others  
The darkness consumes me, Taking over like a poison I can't control. Mt dream is to be free, To take control of my heart and soul.   Trapped behind bars, day after day,
Regina Fulton Clark Atlanta University   Trapped in the Hood
Little bird in your cage why do you sing such pretty songs? trapped in a cage your whole life, and yet you seem happier than I.   Little bird in your cage why do you sing such pretty songs?
Caged in for life never set free What is important to me is never important to others I am put on a back burner like the leftovers from the night before Everyone and everything is before me
My body was a temple my heart made of gold a stranger he was so impulsive and so bold he took what was mine innocence forgotten as he crossed the line
I am here. In this dungeon. I fear losing my grip on sanity, for the longer I am bound to this cage the more I feel my mind chip away.
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