This poem was inspired by the theme of Emily Dickinson's "'Hope' is the Thing with Feathers". It tells of the abuse some children have to endure before they are finally set free by no longer having to live with their parents.
The chains we’ve endured
Have scarred our wrists,
And broken our bones.
What have we left
To stand and fight?
With our hope broken
And our dreams dashed.
What have we left
To stand and fight?
Those who love us most
Seem to drag us down
With the insults and lies
That tear us apart.
The things we chase after,
Are harder to come by,
Seeming so hard to obtain.
Sorry to say mother bird,
But I will spread my wings
And fly away.
Now we have this left
So we will stand and fight.
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