A gentle, fierce creature, opened her eyes, cried out,
born out of ashes, a struggle which so many like her
do not come alive out of
In a city, not without the battles of its own
Her baby wings fluttered, though only in the cage
With the bars of patriarchy, chauvinism, injustice
She learned, through observation, through pain
And from her the bigger birds in the same cage,
under their wing she grew,
shielded from the oppressors if only for a while
They helped spread her wings to their full might
In a flight to set the course of her journey
The maiden flight was to a city of riches and ravages alike
Where she saw many more birds, some free, many caged
And experienced joy, love, thought - a life outside the cage
The fierceness grew, in service of others
of big and small little creatures
Most from their own cages of poverty and hurt
A guardian to them, helping them sprout wings
She also lived possibilities and security
With birds who saw the change of seasons as she
Caged or not, but definitely fellow travellers
Soaring high and far, with her, nudging her ahead
But the flight was not without the obstacles
Stones were hurled, pain returned
no more just a fledgling, she lost few companions midair
Then our gentle fierce creature found
a fellow soarer, a significant other
She delivered a violent blow to the cage
And her fellow birds blessed and celebrated
Braving all clippings, criticisms, our creature
Our phoenix has risen in another flight
Piercing, and herself being the light
A journey determined by her own spirit
Guiding others in the cage to soar higher.
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