What If We Could Fly

If man could fly,
the earth would be uninhabitable.
People would be stupid enough
to attempt to kiss the sun
or get to Heaven,
and the birds would have been bullied a lot
if the first man was created with wings.
Oh, the chaos!

Slavery would have happened still.
People’s wings would have been cut off.
Someone would have sprayed something in the air
and rendered people’s wings useless
so they could be captured,
especially in an attempt to curb
people’s migration to certain territories.

The air would have been poisoned more
as a means of maintaining territory.

“Fly back to where you came from!”
“Get out of my way!”

Maybe God didn’t give us physical wings
because we are each other’s wings.
We just haven’t mastered the art and act
of helping one another
and flying together yet,
if we ever will.

Greedy, money-hungry, power-seeking people
don’t deserve wings,
for one.
Life would have been unbearable
if we could do more evil
with the aid of wings.

Privacy?
Ha.

Blah.
Blah.
Blah.

Think about it;
I really enjoyed doing so.

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Love: Wings and Legs

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Painted by Collete Miller

Love gives you wings, 
but when the wings are abruptly taken away, 
your legs are yanked off too.

Love, after it is withdrawn,
leaves you somewhat paralyzed.

So,
first,
you have to grow a new pair of legs-
the process hurts like death. 

Then you develop an irrational fear of wings,
which is funny,
but also sad.

I Don’t Make Law-ve

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I don’t want wings
that’ll just look good on me;
I’ll only wear wings
if they let me fly.

I don’t want wings
that’ll just put eyes on me;
I’d rather die twice
than live a lie.

Love is a Butterfly

If you truly love a butterfly,
you ought to let her fly.
She’ll show you her buttery side if you do.
If you open your palm wide enough,
she’ll always perch in it if she wants you.
Don’t break her wings off
because your fears make you want to.
If you squeeze her in,
you would either weaken her
or make her cry,
or make her die,
and at any chance she gets to be free,
she’ll fly far away
and never come back again. 

No Wings for Our Lost Legs

Where do you run to when
your legs have been cut off?
What do you run to when
you can’t run anymore?
Who do you run to when
you’re highly desperate for legs?

When your hands have been cut off
and your mouth has been sewn shut,
nobody knows the things you don’t say;
the words won’t come nor stay.

Life doesn’t show us how to fly
when we lose our legs.
It teaches us that it’s okay to cry.
It teaches us how to walk without legs.