her voice was her weapon
her thoughts were her shield
her words, her strength
she counted on them in her darkest hours
sleepless nights wondering if they were enough
to protect her from the world, constantly attacking
her loved ones, or just her blood ones
disappointment filled in their eyes, their heart
making her doubt if she was good enough
her weapon, her shield, her strength
where were they when she needed them the most
her voice cracking, taking a deep breath in,
finding her words, organising her thoughts
that were so loud, they kept her awake at night
these weapons and strength were of what use
if they couldn't be carried to war
a war with the world, a war with herself
all the pressure and stress
broke her down
crushed her heart
she constantly felt suppressed
she was a caged bird who wanted to fly
wanted to scream and say for once, enough.
and then just once, she dared and she screamed
a hand flew across her face
leaving a red mark where it landed
a reminder of the boundary she had crossed
leaving a scar, teaching her a lesson
to keep her head down and just obey
but she didn't cry, not once
she stood there with a look of defiance across her face
she smiled, with a hint of victory across her lips
she spoke again, her thoughts organised
her words came out clear and direct
there was a sense of clarity around her
she recognised, the only hurdle here was herself
and in that moment she changed it all
she challenged the world
she screamed again and again and again
she enjoyed the look of horror on their face
when they realised, the bird had taken flight.
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