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flightless beings
I want to spread my wings and fly, sore through the sky and be free; feel the wind going through my feathers and my flying having no bounds to end nor beginning. Having no rules, no restrictions from my only mind and body.
But… I can’t, I’m scared…
I’m scared of my wings getting clipped by the ‘people’ who do not agree to my freedom; do not agree to my endless flight.
This society is binding us by rules and regulations. They say you have the right to ‘free speech’,to your ‘opinion’, and to ‘religion’ but it’s all just a headline to a commercial to get you in line to buy something that everyone wants because they want to ‘fit in’ be ‘ordinary’ or ‘ normal’ but once you get in that line you can’t get out because the second you get in that line you realize all your thoughts, dreams, values, morals, maybe even your identity changes to everyone else’s. ‘One in the same’ is the saying. Onces your out of that line your wings are gone personality gone, imagination gone. But I guess you got what you wanted like in that headline everyone saw you are now ‘one in the same’.
In the end we all just end up being flightless beings...
BY: Marisa Chau
Not Poets
Poets defy the odds
get out of line
conform to nothing
unless it is about
spelling.
.
Poets are freedom
to speak of any topic
inside the lines
or not.
.
But that's just me,
the poet.
.
Lady A
02-10-18
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