The Birdcage This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I’m stuck sitting,
frozen in frustration.
These white walls wipe out
any inch of individuality
that once sang in my soul.
I’m a mime in a box not only in my memories.
It is precisely present,
suffocating and strangling my spirit
before my now empty eyes.
I gravely grasp onto
any small shred of myself
I can possibly protect from this oppressor.
I’m a radiant rainbow
Extinguished in gray drabness
to appear alike to all the others.
I push, push … painfully pressing on
the walls.
They’ve carelessly clipped my wings,
but they’ll grow, and I’ll go on my own.
Gone,
going,
gone.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Andrew9151 said...
Sept. 3, 2011 at 11:15 pm
Wow this is amazing! You have a lot of talent Ali ! ~Andrew9151
 
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