As the plain black bird flies
he dreams he is an eagle
soaring high over his kingdom
and when he lands, he sits
with his chest held high, full of pride
he stretches out his gigantic wings
with beautiful colors that range from brown to black
but he awakens with the disappointment
that he is only a black bird
he is not the king of the sky
his feathers arent as beautiful
and he may not be big and powerful
but a black bird is who he is
and he wont ever be an eagle
he begins to see the beauty within him
and loves himself despite it all.
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