Parakeets and fish don’t belong in cages.
We place them here as spectacles of life
To gaze upon their beauty and grace,
The whole of life, a spectacle
We categorize, separate
Turning a vast and beautiful whole
Into something fragmented, disjointed
We imprison ourselves in a culture that
Clipped our children’s wings, don’t fly away,
Dear. Right here is all there is for you.
Words of discouragement
I will let the caged bird
Sing, little one, spread your wings.
Here is not
All there is
Out there, everywhere is life and love.
Sing, parakeet, canta su cancion.
Siempre, hay mas.