Though I don’t always say much, at times I want to be heard.
Maybe if I felt more free, like a bird
Sometimes I feel pressure to please & serve everyone else on Earth
Can’t I just be myself & still have worth?
If I were a butterfly, maybe then...but alas..
When I try to speak up,
I’m speaking to a stone wall.
Do I have to be someone else to get your approval?
If I flew like a bird then maybe you’d hear my song..but alas...
Why does that get your attention?
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M. Kikuyu, "SimSim", 29 May 202D