Why Must You Own Me? - Poem by Alice Perfect
Free souls freely floating
like fish in the sea
Free souls freely roaming
like critters in nature's peaks
Free souls flying, aviating
I FLY like eagles on the wing
Who would trap me and make me their play thing?
Trim my wings, grind my beak, until I looked
like a fine handsome pigeon or a royal turkey
Who can see my perfection, unmolested, and not change ME?
Fly by my side, or under my wings of love, talons gently
steadying thee, moving in and out thru life's breezes,
lofting, floating, swirling, cyclonic potency, blown out,
where does the spent wind go?
I FLY and will continue, it's in my bones and in my sinew
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