Ducking Ducklings

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, or it lays in the eyes of normalcy places upon culture athat is whitewashed. Little Duckling you are not "traditional", compared to your pure and white siblings. One day you'll stand with them and frolick in your pale beauty. Or you won't. You will rise above the rest. The harassment, the built up aggression, the pain, the aggravation, will be your virtue. You will transform into a force to reckoned with. And then, in that moment, you will be beautiful. You will physically be stagnant, but your mindset will be forever extensive. You will be the most beautiful organism that ever lived. Beauty lays in the eyes of yourself and your accomplishments. Not a genus that cannot accept. You are a gray, beautiful, mess. You will go far Little Duckling.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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