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Jun 2014
Does it matter if the caged bird flies?
Truly, I wouldn't expect you to understand
Why does a poem need wings
When it's lines carry enough beat
To give it speed through the times?
Locked up or let out
We still have our voices
It doesn't take much to be heard
It's the fear of isolation
That keeps these rich kids quiet
Its the fear of responsibility
That keeps these poor kids home
To be loved and to live and then to leave
Cycle of life, cycle of patience
It goes and comes and goes like
The merry go round that is your (not so)dysfunctional brain
Branches of knowledge that used to hang low
On the giving tree
Now are broken and burned, the branches higher up now contain the world's information
And how tyrannical does that sound?
asg
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asg  24/F/chicago.
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