No matter what I do,
it’s not good enough.
Our voices float to the sky in a deafening roar.
Can you feel the ground shake?
Do you see my pain?
Do you feel my anger?
How can you be so blind?
One day I always say.
My feathered wings will spread and fly.
Never again.
The clouds so lite.
My hope so bright.
It still won’t be enough for you.

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