I am the bird that everyone knows.
Never sees, only feels my presence.
Visible in your mind, noticeable in your heart.
My wingtips are dashed with anxiety,
my tail feathers streaked with frustration and loss.
On my back, I am speckled with distress and pressure,
unavoidable.
I am cursed;
you are cursed.
I am cursed to live with you,
with everyone.
You are cursed with my presence,
but you can adjust to let me fit
make room
even though I'm unappreciated.
I am here
no matter what.
What is this
you know what this is
it scares me
it's real
I don't like this
don't deny it
I don't know what to do about it
it's not the end of the world
You'd think
that she would realize by now
that maybe not
everyone
is Christian
maybe don't show a Christmas movie
unless you're certain that everyone will feel comfortable and included
Loud and noisy
the 8th grade jury had taken over the partially empty classroom
with nothing to do
no work
(it was the second day after Thanksgiving break)
playing cards dancing through the air
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