My wings are heavy
I start to slow down, finding a place to rest
The feeling of eyes drift to me
Angry faces surround me
I turn to face them
What are they holding?
The bigger birds are scolding.
The words on those signs are revolting.
Can’t we all be treated with respect?
I think to myself.
These are the cards I was dealt with when I was put on this planet.
So why am I being judged for them?
Is it so difficult to see me as one of them?
That’s a question I can’t quite understand.