Teen Ink

   If I had wings I'd be free.

I would soar above the world,

and look down upon the miserable earthenbound folk

as they went about their mundane lives.



If I had wings I would dive and glide;

I would swoop and plummet and float,

lazily across the sky.



If I had wings I would be happy.

As a nomad of wind I could travel and roam,

The birds as my brothers, the sky as my home.

The eagles' aeries would not be forbidden,

I would be special.

I would be different.

But to science, I could not be.



Captured and caged to the knife I would go;

The scientists would see what made my blood flow.

My wings and my life would be immortalized in ink,

and my remains? ...Into the sink!

I'm almost glad that I cannot fly.



If I had wings I would die.