Part one:
Recognition
Black Bird - part one
Oh, black bird
Born with broken wings,
Made to fly into the night.
For we must soar above all,
To prove against conspiracy
Forget about those born with not even a tear
But watch us as perspiration drips from us most
And we still fly to take first place
Flying the hardest with a smile on our face
Against those who always win
With wings that were never ever broken
YOU ARE READING
words i'll never say
Poetrya collection of poems from a teenager with chronic depression and anxiety.
