sit down

This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.

I have been provoked enough.

Trained to be silent, but ready. To be quiet,
but pretty. To be good, but small. To be
safe, but never fall.

You’re always watching me.

Sit down.

I know why the caged bird sings … 

because her song is a siren 



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