I forgot that I am a crow

14.09.2023

I forgot that I am my mother's crow
An ugly bird lorded for it smartness
So much that people try to put beauty in drab feather
And Soft music in a course voice.

I forgot that I am not a canary like my sister
Or a dove like my brother
Softness and sweetness awkward things for me to express,
these things that make truth go down like honey.

And so I forgot that my voice was not made for singing
That this body is not blue like the Jay
As I rest in the nest of a bird of paradise
And whistle crooked notes

I am a crow that never gained the sharpness excepted
the edges that protect ones core
Is that for better I wonder
That all my joys and loves are in the open
Is this what makes me good?

Reflection

This is a piece focus on my issues of self-image and how I compare myself to those I view as more put together more complete. When I forgot myself and the issues I have with my shape I am joyful, the joy leaves after being remained of others perception.