They set my feet in concrete when I wanted to dance
I lost my patience.
I was born to roam free, so they caged me
stole my lions’ roar and I lost my pride.
They discussed me like an abstract art exhibit
that they didn’t find aesthetically pleasing
I lost my imagination.
They cut out my tongue when I wanted to sing
I lost my voice.
They sent me to sleep with fairy-tales
of lands, they tell me, never really existed
there goes my happy ending.