Chimpanzee.

We all know the devastating effects that tiny cages have on chimpanzees so this poem is quite easy to work out why I wrote such a poem and what we should be doing instead of what we aren't doing enough of. 

All my life, I have been stuck in a cage, only to be let out to perform tricks on a stage.

I grew up in a forest with my mother and dad; I was always happy, not sad.

I would wake up in the morning, cuddled up to my mother, and then swing in the trees with my sister and brother.

Then one terrible night, humans awakened me with the forest alight. 

My mother told me we had to run; this wasn't playtime this wasn't fun.

I saw my mother fall to the ground; she wasn't moving or making no sound. 

I was young, alone, confused, and scared; my calls to my dad could not be heard.

Then humans put me in a tiny cage, trying to get out in a frantic rage.

I then went to the village and onto the town, where they would dress me up to perform tricks like a clown.

This has continued for a very long time, so I decided to put pen to paper and make these words rhyme.

Chimpanzee, set me free.

The line.

I wrote this poem after thinking about what it must be like being a single mother trying to make ends meet in 2023. It made me think about the times I had no money and how I managed to avoid the vultures from ripping me apart and leaving me in debt. 

                The line. 

Dangling by a thread or a tiny bit of string, I wish that phone wouldn't ring. 

Is it the man from the gas, or is it the man from the water, trying to remember, everything her daddy taught her. 

I'm always on that line, hanging by a thread, thinking anxiously as thoughts run around my head. 

Maybe it's one of those days where everything goes wrong; perhaps I should meditate, listening to the lyrics of a song. 💞