Defected Avian


I wear my defect
Upon my intellect
(A social side effect)
Damned by nature
Shunned by nurture
For craving an empty room
For wishing a peaceful womb

I am feared for what I don’t need,
My lack of dependence,
On what humans feed,
My cultivated transcendence,
(From addiction for attendance)

People are tied to land,
Blessed with feet,
To trudge in mud.

I am bound to the sky,
cursed with wings,
To drift in space.

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