Written by Hassan Usman
in a bird flying at sunset, talk of starlings
how they go crazy in murmurations, grieving
i hear their plumages praying not to be preys this evening
while they run from predators to their roosting
in a timid boy on a playground
the bigger boys hijack his toys & his heart pounds
he wraps his tears, voices out in a shuddering sound
& awaits a hero that might come around
in an ex-convict
how he lives each day in the echoes of his verdict
the society still clusters to call him a drug addict
& he’d never get to run for any office in that district
this is how i view freedom from a windowpane
in the fear that makes starlings go insane
in the horrified heart of a boy with paper planes
in a prisoner freed into the hands of pain
so i choose to be locked
than gifted freedom that’s fucked
which is why i built my heaven in this hell
saying: a caged girl is a happy girl
1 Comment
NIce write up ❣️