This is an Ironic Poem. Please comment and vote if you liked it! Love you!
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The Eyes of Our Soul
Let them be peacocks
with their stretched out tail shown with pride.
A crown on their head
as courage and bravery is held within every stride.
They don't fly,
but just by walking, they seem to glide.
I'd rather be a strong ugly vulture,
that would make them look like a fragile kiddy slide.
I'd rather be a surviving vulture,
eating contaminated meat that makes them thrive.
I'd rather be a true survivor,
as their beauty is in drive.
Let them look with their human eyes,
as I see beyond with a sigh
and look to the sky with my soulful eyes.
