I shall not let you go
although you're chirping so
I refuse to be deprived of your sweet song
it helps me every morn
to deflect the coming scorn
from those who think that status makes them strong.
***This poem is a result of compound inspiration, two of my favorite poems prompted it: Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson and Dreams by Langston Hughes.***
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