I am a flamingo, who sleeps on both legs

I stare into the water pondering,

why MY life was cursed–

I hear the others laughing

I am alone,

wishing to be normal

 

I pretend I am regular

Though I feel it is suffocating

Touching my torn, dull feathers;

I look at the reflection of my straight, ugly beak

I laugh at my stupidity

Nothing will change.

 

I dream about my uniqueness

Raising my head,

I spread out my wings

The water ripples: it is clear

My feathers reveal inner beauty

I am a flamingo just like them–

However, apart.