Fifty years plus, silenced & caged.

To write is to free
the golden finch,
imprisoned at eight,
by a man’s filthy hands,
reaching where claws
don’t belong.

The golden finch’s songs
ruptures the cage & the silence.

SB Joy

© SB Joy, 2021

One thought on “Silence

  1. No Ho says:

    OK! Yes! Go with that.

    Liked by 1 person

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