The Caged Ghost Bird Poem by Manzanilla Mija

The Caged Ghost Bird

I am a caged bird. A caged ghost bird. No one can see that I am trapped, and I can easily get out. But sometimes, I feel like I can't. When the obvious signs fly by and say I can. I actually like being unseen. Yet I purposely sing and whistle for someone to turn around.

Where is the key? How can I get out? Tell me! My wings are tired of being tired. I am just sitting in this cage, doing nothing but avoiding the outside, or yearning to be outside. If I am a ghost, I should just fly through.Unfortunately I'm so used to be trapped, I cannot fulfill my dreams.

So why can't we get out? ! Why can't we just fly through? Instead of whistling oh so loudly, making heads turn oh so confused. It's our move right now, to escape. No key. Just through the bars. Don't be afraid, the cats won't even know you're there. And you can still explore, my ghost bird. To hell with that cage. It's nothing but handcuffs on an innocent citizen. I am not caged anymore. I am simply a Free Ghost Bird.