This chirping bird with the broken wing will not cease her song.

Until you consider her as more than "thing", she shall dig her talons into your shoulder and screech from dusk 'til dawn.

Don't treat me like I'm worthless. I just WANT to be like THEM.

The many, great and small; I want to fly, not hug a stem.

My anger seeps; for all that keeps me flightless can be helped.

And so, you listen for the injured dogs who thought and yelped.

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Gods, I pray the other way.

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(if you don't understand this, i can translate, just ask...i'm really peeved right now)