Flight
But I can fly
My heart screamed to my head
I fly above buildings
People’s petty squabbles
I soar into the great blue
Push away the clouds
My arms, up, out, or down
Doesn’t matter
The currents of air
I create as I move forward
Push my hair
Against my shoulders
Freedom of will
All directions I desire
With no purse to weigh me down
My concerns left on the ground
I can fly
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