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If I Were


If I were a bird

I’d be an hawk.

Not one of those little pretty things

Flapping its jewel tone wings

Crying out those sweet little ditties

So all the girls can love them.

I’d be a hawk

Strong and loud and brave

Crying out from my struggles

not by what sounds pretty.

 

If I were a bug

I’d be an ant.

Not a butterfly too flitty and dainty

Nor a cicada with their music like violin quartets

Or even a cricket to play accompanying.

No I’d be a an ant

Serving my community

To the best of my abilities

Just because its right.

 

If I were an animal

I’d be a beaver.

Not a deer to be caught and eaten despite its beauty

Nor a fox with enough cunning to be prideful

Or a rabbit to be dull but lovely.

No, Id be a beaver

Industrious, humble and true

Living in the home I made

Safe from hunters too.

 

Now you ask why I’d rather be

Creatures of the  forest.

Its a silly notion, yes,

To pretend and make believe.

Yes I know it is true

These things simply cannot be

No need to tell me,

But somewhere, deep down,

these thoughts are refuge from this life for me.

 

If I were a human

I’d be Kennedy Wrae Inman.

Not Angelina Jolie and her stick thin body

Nor Jennifer Lawrence and her beautiful smile

Nor Charlize Theron with her mile long legs

Or Kim Kardashian and and her plastic attitude and face.

I would hate to have these things, secretly loathing them all at once

For they are once.not me, so stop comparing

I’d like to be me, just 

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