by Amy-Le Owens
I have spent my life in this cage,
incarceration is all I know.
The bars clenched tight to my body,
are my tomb and my home.
Veiled by terror and sorrow,
barely room to breathe.
To think of anything but the inevitable end
would be senseless and naïve.
I have seen my friends before me.
I've heard their gasping breath.
Dragged across the bile stained floor
as they near the valley of death.
Inside I rage and scream,
externally I cower.
For to draw attention to myself
would closer my
If this is all I'm good for,
Just ceaseless, needless
Then why gift me with a life?
why must I remain?
hear our shouts for justice?
Can't you hear our mournful cries?
you witness our fear-ridden bodies?
Please God won't you open your eyes?
I cannot fathom your reasons,
behind this sickening game.
feel hurt and emotions
and our hearts they beat the same.
are so eager,
so willing to take a life,
if the tables were turned
I'm sure you too
would beg them to drop the knife.
You think you
have right of privilege,
to do with us what you please,
have left us defenceless,
begging on our knees.
If I could only
then these are the words I would say.
It doesn't take much to
that it should never have been this way.
Give us a chance to
let us feel life's glory.
Look into my eyes,
and please listen to the words of my story.