I know why women cry...

The poet knew why caged birds sing but I know why caged women cry.
They cry for their broken spirit, for their dreams destroyed. They cry for the love they never had, for a daughter or a son long gone. They cry for the hope that never came, for their helplessness. Or maybe, they cry for their downfall. In some lucid moment, they glimpse what has been, what could have been.
Confined to the illusions of their treacherous mind, they are lost in confusion.
And while caged birds sing, women cry in their imaginary cage, not seeing the open door.