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From the earth and the heavens as life goes round and round

there was a little bird born with just one wing.

The little bird lived a simple life enjoying

what life could offer it.  Nature accepted for what it was.

As the little bird grew other normal, two-winged birds

looked upon this poor creature with disdain,

hate, indifference, and apathy.

They placed readily made judgments and stereotypes

and prejudices upon the little thing.

They spread rumors that were incidentally meant to cause harm.

All the things that were said or gestured or thought of

were injurious to the little bird's heart.

Why would these normal birds who can fly

in high altitudes do these things?

Just because the one-winged bird was not born normal?

Just because this bird is different from the rest?

Just because this bird doesn't seem to fit in

and thus not be deserving for a right to live

just like the others?

Just because the little bird was regarded as Nature's reject

born as both a social and biological failure?

And why would the other birds stigmatize this bird

for not being "physically or mentally or spiritually

or even emotionally" conforming to the mainstream?



But the little one-winged bird lives.

It's brought into this world as an opportunity to live

its life just like the others when Nature intended it so.

It's absolutely distasteful that conformity will oppress

the ones that are judged as rejects, failures, evil,

crazed, "ignorant" even though they may be not, or

as nonconformists attacking the rigid status quo.

It's absolutely abhorrent that other so called "normal" birds

would judge or misconstrue others quickly

because they think they know better.

Because they think they know the system better.

Because they think they can fly "properly" with two wings.

But what about the little one-winged bird who tries to fly

everyday despite these diatribes?

Despite how these normal birds would harshly use

their hurtful words against this little bird.

Despite how the little bird fought back just try

to fit in with the rest of the world.

Despite how the little bird knew who it really was

and how the other birds were ignorant because

they didn't know who the little bird truly is.

Despite how the little bird tried and tried

to make itself be accepted by others.

Despite how it only wanted acceptance and recognition.

Or what about how this one-winged bird would cry every night

right before it went to sleep because

its feelings were crushed when others told the little bird,



"You can't fly.  You're not like us.  So die..."



The little bird's heart everyday grew more and more empty.

It's heart was once filled with calm and love

and happiness but that quickly faded away.

The home called "the heart" was awaiting for someone

to come home.

For someone to enter

For someone to accept

For someone to understand...

No one came.

So the little bird's heart is now empty.  

As time passes it gradually closed its heart

to the world and the other "normal" birds around it.