I have bent bars,
In my walk-in closet,
From cages that I’ve broken out of.
I have bowed bindings,
In my dresser’s drawers,
From noxious bonds I was previously cuffed to.
I have mountains of metal shards,
Of dangerous types,
Of connections I chose to disregard,
Into a category of things I know to keep away from.
Cage-less, boundless, endless, I am,
Dauntless, intrepid, gutty, I am,
Lovely without restrictions bursting into forever space,
I am naïve to fatalism,
And deaf to negativities through tongue,