At times, she longs to be nothing more than a simple soul—
Unburdened by the judgments and restrictions that take their toll.
For someone whose spirit roams as freely as hers,
The cage that you and your world have crafted feels far too small,
Crushing the wild imaginings that within her, rise and fall.
Her thoughts stretch beyond the limits of your understanding,
Beyond the universe you know, with visions ever-expanding.
And though you preach of her rights with righteous conviction,
She knows full well she hasn’t been freed—only given a broader cage to serve your fiction.
She prays quietly, hoping the whispers of harm that roam the air
Aren’t tied to her kind, though deep down she knows they’re already there.
The sins you’ve committed linger, staining the ground,
Yet she’s danced through your ignorance, still standing strong, unbound.
You think her naive, that she’s helpless in your grasp,
But she’s wiser than you know, letting you revel in your victory’s clasp.
She understands far more than you believe,
And it’s her grace, not weakness, that allows her to dance while you deceive.
Her wishes don’t stem from wanting to be you,
She cherishes being seen as kind, loving, and true.
But why, she wonders, must your perfect world test her so?
To stretch her patience until she’s left with no place to grow.
You think it’s foolish for her to dream she can conquer the world,
But pause for a moment, and let this truth be unfurled:
“Challenge her, and she’ll show you the part she’s played in your rise,
In the triumphs you claim, built on her sacrifice.”
And yet, her heart still hopes you don’t push her too far,
That you don’t lose sight of who she is and what you are.
For when the dust settles and there’s nothing left but to reminisce,
She’ll remain, a force you underestimated, but can never dismiss.
