Flying wasn't a learned thing
The sky doors opened for her wings,
but flying wasn't a learned thing.
The birds moved to watch her bring
hope, love, faith, and joy,
but flying wasn't a learned thing.
Her people wanted her to shrink,
but she doesn't like to sink.
So, her eyes looked up and
her wings met the sun.
They were unbound and so,
her legs left the ground.
She refused to fall down and
was a one to rise and
never stay down.
With persistence, she reached the
sky and forgot about
the ground.
With patience, her wings learned
to fly and forgot about
breaking down.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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