A poem about unfair living.
First breath taken in a world so cold.
Frozen lungs you'll bear until you escape.
Freezing, chilling, creeping to your heart.
Clawing and fighting from the very start.
Living, forced in a place not chosen.
Succumbing to the futilization of hope.
Wanting to dream farther than reality.
Flying further, achieving no normality.
Everyday, watching, as that dream is crushed.
How does a bird fly with clipped wings?