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A bird without wings cannot fly, Nor can it float or swim; Without living it will die. A bird without wings however still sings, Songs of sorrow whose echoes ring. A bird without wings is tragic indeed, Lacking wings while possessing a mind. What happens if a bird without wings Is raised with others of its kind? Does it believe itself to be normal, And that birds with wings are hard to find? Does it even know a wing exists, That some can see above the mist? If it can run fastest, Does it grow up thinking it’s great? And if it climbs a building, Is it chosen by fate? What happens when a bird without wings Leaves its home and sees A bird with wings and more abilities? Does he look at it strange, Like it has a disability, Or does he look strangely at himself, Amongst his newly-born vulnerabilities? Does he go from thinking he’s great To thinking he’s worthless, Because he can run fast, But he cannot touch the cloudy wisps? Does he wonder why he wasn’t born with wings, Why fate chose him to be? Does he climb a building in an attempt to fly, Knowing he can only fall from the sky, Because what does it matter how beautiful a bird can sing, If it happens to be a bird without wings?
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
A Bird Without Wings
A bird without wings cannot fly, Nor can it float or swim; Without living it will die. A bird without wings however still sings, Songs of sorrow whose echoes ring. A bird without wings is tragic indeed, Lacking wings while possessing a mind. What happens if a bird without wings Is raised with others of its kind? Does it believe itself to be normal, And that birds with wings are hard to find? Does it even know a wing exists, That some can see above the mist? If it can run fastest, Does it grow up thinking it’s great? And if it climbs a building, Is it chosen by fate? What happens when a bird without wings Leaves its home and sees A bird with wings and more abilities? Does he look at it strange, Like it has a disability, Or does he look strangely at himself, Amongst his newly-born vulnerabilities? Does he go from thinking he’s great To thinking he’s worthless, Because he can run fast, But he cannot touch the cloudy wisps? Does he wonder why he wasn’t born with wings, Why fate chose him to be? Does he climb a building in an attempt to fly, Knowing he can only fall from the sky, Because what does it matter how beautiful a bird can sing, If it happens to be a bird without wings?
a poem on society's favoritism of certain skills/traits over others, that can sometimes cause complete disregard for the other skills. It is especially applicable to and about the arts.
#bird#wings#society#favoritism#skills#arts
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luke-12
17/M
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
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