Statue verses Pigeon

Stabbed in the ear by ten different tounges
That made me work for silver one.
You are neglectful of my own neglect
Now I am sitting tall, purched over the blind
Calling me weak made me bench weights so I can bench you
Telling me that I will never make it
Is what taught me how to fly.
Making me think I was blind
Is the very thing that made me take off my glasses
You are the thing that made me see,
I am not the statue
Standing straight and perfect just to be Desecrated on.
Today,
I am the pigeon.

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My family
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