I,
a lively soul,
full of light and desire to take a flight,
to aim high and fly up above, above the boundaries, the walls that's set up around me,
walls to hold me, to restrain me, to hold me down to stop me from flying,
boundaries, seen boundaries, unseen boundaries, boundaries set for me, a girl, a daughter, a woman, a lover,
I was born free or so I thought and what a fool I was to think I could ever be free,
free of these unseen boundaries,
the boundaries of culture, of traditions and life, of life of a daughter, a sister, a lover, a wife, a mother and million other person that I had to be.
My wings are tied and nearly clipped,
I see the feathers lying around me of my wings, my lovely wings that I was born with or so I thought,
I see it spread all over the place, feathers, white lovely feathers, now covered in red,
red, the color of passion, of rage and anger but is it anger that I feel or is it pain that I see,
in those feathers, the lovely white feathers which now bleed, just like me
and I cry, I cry and scream and try to break free
but the chains get tighter and tighter holding me.
Will I ever be free the way I thought I was born to be?
