I am a peacock,
So different from the flock.
I have many feathers,
Each one holds a secret--
A promise,
A song,
A story.
I am a peacock.
I powerfully and passionately display how I feel,
Bright royal blue and teal.
I am a peacock.
Not an ostrich!
I don't have feathers that are a dirty grey.
I want to feel related and not mismatched.
I want to be beautiful names.
I am a peacock.
I can't fly like an eagle
I can't walk like a swan.
I can walk proud.

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