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She is caged,
Caged by the regressive outlines of her own mind.
She is caged by the way society tells her she is designed.
She's caged inside the depth of her own heart,
She's caged by the length of her skirt.
She is caged by the hegemonic society which decides her worth,
She is caged inside the four corners of the earth.
She is caged by the clothes she wears,
She is caged when she is told how to sit in chairs.
She is caged by the way she walks,
She is caged when she's told what to talk.
She is caged when she is made to believe she is weak,
She is caged and she can't even weep.
She is caged when she's not allowed to go out,
She is caged and she can't even shout.
She is not a bird but she can sing.
She is not a bird but her dreams can have wings
She is not a bird but she can fly
She is not a bird but she longs for the sky
Virtually a bird! she is caged though.
She is caged and she doesn't even know.
Her cage is not as clear as mud.
As she is caged in her own home and by her own flesh and blood.