I am

I am praised. I am raised. And all it is when I am caged…

A piece by Hermes

They keep me caged,
With my wings cut,
It isn’t safe out there, they say,
There are hunters,
And its not their fault,
I am just a bird after all.

They touch me, everywhere,
They tell me it’s because I am too pretty,
They couldn’t resist,
It’s not their fault,
I am just a peacock after all.

They touch me, everywhere,
They tell me I should be glad,
I am too ugly, at least I am getting attention,
It’s not their fault,
I am just a crow after all.

They tell me it’s because I am seen at the night,
I should have stayed in the tree,
It’s because they see me,
It’s not their fault,
I am just a bat after all.

They tell me it’s because I can be seen,
Stay hidden,
They couldn’t resist, but that’s because they saw me,
It’s not their fault,
I am an ostrich after all.

I am small, I am young,
I don’t know what is right,
I shouldn’t complain,
I am just a myna after all.

I am old, I am outdated,
Let the youngsters lead,
This is what happens when you open your beak,
It’s not their fault,
I am just an owl after all.

They showed me their magic wand,
Is magic supposed to cause pain?
I am too innocent, what do I know?
I am just a dove after all.

I flew too close to the sun,
I dreamt too much,
I shouldn’t have,
Brighter you are, the higher you are,
The harder is the fall,
I should have known,
I am just Icarus after all.

I am weak, I am nothing,
I should know,
I am just a woman after all.