Poetry

Who am I?

Who am I? Who am I?
She sang her heart out.

You’re a bird, a singing bird.
They said and shoo her out.

Just a bird? Nothing more?
What’s my existence about?

To sing and fly, not asking why
Came a loud shout.

Some answer you have to find on your own because how would they answer when they don’t even know who they are.

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