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The Birds and I

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When I was little,
I collected marbles and feathers.
Both so vibrant-
Both so gleefully gathered.


Now, as I’ve grown and still grow,
The beauty of a marble fails to astound.
Now, the concept, not the look,
Entices me to pick a feather up from the ground.


I admit that I am jealous of birds,
Of their marvelous feat;
The way they soar through the heavens,
Their freedom to meet.


But I have taken an oath in the past,
And I will gladly repeat it now:
I care not for jealousy-
Under the burden of injustice I will not bow.


Because if there ever comes a day
When the birds and I reach a compromise,
it will not be the result of a thrown stone,
But because I have learned to fly.

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