They shut me up in prose by Emily Dickinson

They shut me up in Prose –As when a little GirlThey put me in the Closet –Because they liked me “still” –Still! Could themself have peeped –And seen my Brain – go round –They might as wise have lodged a BirdFor Treason – in the Pound –Himself has but to willAnd easy as a StarLook down opon Captivity –And laugh – No more have I –