Cowards have a tendency to flock, cluck and pluck for their
simple pleasure,
I am an eagle who can spread it's wings, without the need to
be seen,
An eagle with a calling so far beyond reach, to the heathens
who pluck at my feet.
Cowards have the audacity to gang-bang, to proclaim their
weak-ass-ness to the rest of their team,
I am an eagle who can speak on my own two feet,
An eagle who can climb the highest mountain with one wing,
if I so please.
Cowards have simplistic personalities, winning to them is
taking a piece of cookie from a child,
I am an eagle who can kill a bear without fear of being defeated,
An eagle who can fly beyond the galaxy to a place no one has
ever seen.
Cowards are like a disease searching for acceptance, reassurance
and rewards,
As an eagle, I come and go like a 13th century blizzard
and will still be remembered.
Cowards have tendencies that give them the audacity to feed
on simplistic personalities, which they embody.
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As always, i look forward to reading your poems. Haters are like a disease!
ReplyDelete"As an eagle, I come and go like a 13th century blizzard and will still be remembered," this is my favorite part of this poem. DAMN, GUURRL! #Eagle
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