Clipped Wings


The bird of hermes was my name,

But they ate my wings to make me tame,

They made not tame this bird I was,

And round and round my head they buzzed,

Because I cannot fly today,

My wings were clipped away,

They walk past me now with a kick,

They say "This bird is sick",

But the bird lays here quiet,

This act I know they buy it,

I'm soaking in the shame,

Because this bird is lame.

My clipped wings have healed,

But over have I keeled,

Because that bird whose wings you clipped who sat upon his bed?

That bird you know will never fly because inside he is dead.

He will sit there motionless, a ragdoll for their gain,

Because that bird is powerless against his pain.

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troubles at home have led me to feel like a maid and a servant to my family and I feel trapped. hence the lame bird.