How strong
you must have been
to live that way
a caged sparrow;
no voice and no choice.
Life would have you
submit your life
and then be silent about it.
Told by preacher,
parent and politic
that inferior wings
were not meant to fly;
to know your place
and then do it 'til you die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem