It ain't cozy being caged
To be manipulated and used
This can in many ways bring rebellion.
This, my loving, dear handlers tend to lose sight
Or not given care."
I am a person
Not like its tree
A being with mind, soul, and heart
Not a thing without life and understanding
The tree tends to forget,
The fruit contains the seed,
And the seed grows into another being.
Maybe before, this person is fruit,
But now, the seed has been planted
Watered
Shown light
Grows
Later, a tree eager and ready to bear fruit stands
Another generation
Another caged-to-be individual
in the midst
A cycle, viscous and unending
Unless broken and unlearned
