I wish I was,

One of those girls,

Who are like bouncy balls.

You throw them down,

And they bounce right back up.

They don’t seem bothered by anything,

And I once asked,

My friend Faith,

Why this was,

And she laughed,

And told me,

“With the knowledge that your wings,

Are broken,

But you have claws.”


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