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.