My arms slowly snake out of my barbed cage.
You walk by casually, you glance around you at the exotic, unfamiliar animals. you peruse with your eyes. you relish your superiority.
My fingernails dug in deep.
Your skin is broken; your b l o o d spilled. Your surprised yells alert the keepers who swiftly beat me away from the edge of the cage.
The filthy body in front of you huddles in a corner. Those gleaming eyes follow you as you retreat into the wilderness of unrestricted freedom. You try to forget the unpleasantries.
I cannot forget the fetters that shackle.
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