We live in gilded cages
The sun glinting off the golden spires
Crowds rush in and out
Trying to find the most attractive attraction
We wait, patiently, with baited breath
Our hearts pounding silently
We wait and we wonder
Will this be the day?
That we are deemed worthy
That we are selected
They arrive with pomp
Inspect our ruffled feathers
Invite themselves in
Read over our pedigrees
Look us up and down
Ask very pointed questions
To know whether we are a match
To know whether we are good enough
When rejection comes
They leave without a thought
As if we do not have hearts
As if our souls do not cry
We try not to show our feelings
Pretend we are not heartbroken
But there is no time to cry
Or ask why and turn away
For there is another crowd coming in
Another handsome, brilliant man looking for a match
And we are just an animals, waiting to be sold.
love the poem.. Love ur blog.. Keep up the great work!!! 🙂
Thanks so much, Sahar! You are so sweet <3