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