Wings

I have wings Can't​ fly high In my cage They don't want me to, So I won't, Or so they think. They keep the gates closed So they only Can see the world They chose to run Without the billions parts of me Hidden behind the doors They closed. But there is a justice And the cage is screwed There is no room for the awaken quail In a pigeon's coop I am awakening And we are speaking up I have wings And are no more any doors Or ceilings So I fly high Because Ladies, We are many.