Birds Of A Feather Poem by Jeanette Telusma

Birds of a feather hang out together.
Show me your friends and I'll tell you who you are.
You reason the same, you dress the same, you walk the same.
It's almost as if one can't tell you apart from the other.
For what it's worth, good or bad you are..

For this reason one have to sort through, pick or refuse.
If not there's no telling who you'll become.
Use wisdom when picking.
They can build you up or break you down.
Birds of a feather hang out together.