When they called me brave

A quiet girl stuck in a cage

I didn’t know what they meant

Is it courage or necessity

That drives a lonely bird

To beat her wings

To rattle the bars

Seeking the sky like water

Ready to swallow it all down

I don’t have an answer

There is a nomad

Wandering about my heart

Blood of my ancestors

Travelling through my veins

The world calls to me

And so I answer

By breaking free

— B.

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