I need the wagtail
I need wings,because I was meant to fly.
Wings to remind me for what I will fight
How far I can fall, but will continue to try.
They say I have a small body and I shouldn't believe
A little wagtail they say, "What more could you be?"
No matter how broken I now may seem
And if the world sees me as tiny and weak
I'll spread my wings, my ideas, I'll rise
I'll change the world, to make it shine.
This poem is about:
Our world