Fly Son, Fly

by Vicente Hernandez

The bird
unfamiliar with the
skies
is unfit to be 
called a bird, 

How dare you 
disrespect 
your wings 
when you were 
made to soar,

Made to 
climb those mountain 
like clouds
and see the 
world,

You were made 
for this, 
but you choose 
to be less 
than, 

Fly son,
fly.


Fly Son, Fly by Vicente Hernandez

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