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They’re not very pretty

These wings I’ve grown

They’re flawed

Too small

Too cumbersome

There’s some kind of blemish

On one of them

I flap them about

Barely off the ground

Almost sinking to the earth

You don’t envy me—

As I look down at you

I would never expect that from you

As I look down at you

You don’t look up at me

You couldn’t do that

Not you

Not perfect you

Not you—with everything

You can say what you want about my wings

Call them useless and ugly

Like you call me

Call them small

I don’t care what you say

You act like you know everything

Well, I’m gonna tell you something

Say what you want about these wings

But at least I can fly