**Based off of the short story the Scarlet Ibis**
The scrawny little boy
Whom they called my brother
Was a disappointment in my life.
His disabilities were like a hurricane
Sweeping him off course
From the rest of humanity.
In this healthy land he is a pariah
Unsteady in the high branches of the expectations
Shown in his name.
He slowly learns to walk
As he tests the air and attempts to fly
And at first it seems as though he succeeded.
Then his heart fails him
And his wings will not function
As he plummets to the earth with a thud.
His red blood is like feathers
That float to the ground after his fall
And his long journey was for nothing.
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PoetryIt doesn't matter what I put here 'cause no one will read what I write. I am constantly in fear if their bark isn't nearly as bad as their bite. Opinions can be cruel and can destroy a person's confidence making them feel like an utter fool and that...
