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I am a broken birdcage.

My bones are rusted and twisted

Into a grotesque shadow of my youth.

Tendons twist and curve,

Shaping the outline of my body

As they draw attention to the infinitesimal details

No one but I would notice.

It seems as if this is the only outcome imaginable.

Compressed lungs

And strangled ribs struggle to breathe

As they ache for a better life

Under the pressure of a thousand years.

One day I will breathe freely.

Untethered from the chains of my captor.

One day,

Their violence and hateful speech

Will no longer taint

My pristine birdcage.

I am my own unavoidable sin.

Dirty and adulterated.

Unable to shut out

And hide from the world.


My body was once a birdcage.

My heart fluttered and sang

A song of hope and peace

That led me to unravel the never-ending knot

That is my identity.

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