He knows why the caged bird beats its wing
He knows that love is a quest
Searching for contentment
freedom
guarded secrets of beauty
Beauty does not save the bird
No dignity in cages
Yearning for the cloud’s great secrets
Cuts and stings and songs for freedom
He offers honey and salt
Though pepper cleans the wound
The bird still searching
The ache still beating
He has honey
He has stinging
He knows why the caged bird sings
She knows the secrets of the sky
That freedom lies in open wings
Learning how to fly
He has beauty
He has prayers
She knows soft breeze
Caged by cruelty
Digity the key
A whispered longing to be free.
Rhie Azzam Morris 
Beautifully said. It feels not only sad but despairing … yet there seems also a whisper of hope in these words, in her realisations.