Sadia Aaminah

Sadia Aaminah

Wound and bound by bars and wire, Barbed wire, Fortification tools that don’t stand a chance against the enemy at hand, I look lustfully out my balcony window and see an apparation of my past self, unconscious of the calamity that is to strike. I tell myself, that to be able to quarantine is a privilege and then I think of Maya Angelou’s words when she says ‘But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.’

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