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“A mockery, designed to quell my grace in flight.”

 

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In this cage, everything is upright and strong,
Each bar stands tall and flawless,
United above to stand rooted in separate fortified lands,
A glory, built to show my weakness and shame.

In this cage, its confinement is a world among worlds,
A place little feet find grounds big enough to step,
Suspended in the air as though beating gravity,
A defiance, made to steal my elegant steps to freedom.

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In this cage, my wings spread thus far,
A measure of fluttering lest I fly into my loyal friend standing guard,
My speed measured by flaps, my distance an imagination far,
A mockery, designed to quell my grace in flight.

In this cage, I have made a home.
Its boundaries have walled my dreams;
Its strength has questioned my spine;
Its space has defined my capacity:
A prison, gifted me, a home I have always known.

So I saw another, my equal in flight,
Its home in the trees,
Its food in the wild,
Its playground in the air.
Then I dreamed another dream,
That I stepped out of my house and
I found my home.
The hummingbird said to me, ‘When we grow, we go. Fly!’

 

 

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Post image by Elia Scudiero via Flickr.

About the Author:

portrait-simpsonKofi Sey Simpson hails from Agona Nyakrom, a village in the Central Region of Ghana. He studied at the University of Cape Coast. He is a teacher, and takes on writing as an extension of his reach. He is also an editor and spends time coaching young and upcoming writers. You can reach him on Twitter @KofiSeySimpson.