We Are Birds

People always make analogies
Saying birds are free; they want to be birds.
What is a bird? Nothing more than hair.
Hair floats in water,
Each colored strand flowing in the wind.
For each bird, could you also name
each body part
and want to be no one.
You.
This poem is about: 
Our world

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