HEAR ME,
the caged bird,
Maya once spoke of my ancestor,
but I have a new song,
my song is but a simple request,
it is of modern day,
it is of another time,
a time of difference,
a time of new,
I but have one request,
to mine own mother,
let go of the door to the cage you have me trapped within,
I know my way through the prison,
you just placed your knowledge upon my being,
you have seen your war as my fight,
you haven't taught yourself the strategy,
you have missed training and believed so as to me,
your being is not ready as you have believed upon mine,
but my being is not your being,
which is what you fail to comprehend,
my wings are of steel,
this beak has been sharpened,
my talons are ready for war,
set me free