I see you broken little bird
With your wings clipped
Standing on the verge
They have taken away your name
Your song and all you had to say
It has always been their fickle game
But rise up and take flight
Shout your name until your lungs are raw
Give them one hell of a fight
I see you broken little bird
With your wings clipped
Standing on the verge…
Catharina is a student at Stellenbosch University and her poetry is often short flights of fancy in which she enjoys expressing herself.