IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
I Want to Be an Ostrich
A Poem
I want to be an Ostrich,
One who stands tall and proud,
With beautiful feathers to bring balance to my life,
Feathers once considered more expensive than gold.
I want to be an Ostrich,
Strong, resilient, a survivor of the world,
I may be heavy, but I’m tired of shrinking myself small,
Camouflaging my light in the shadows.
I want to be an Ostrich,
Nothing gets under my skin,
Always ready to face fear head on,
You can never sneak up on me.
I want to be an Ostrich,
I will stay and stand my ground,
I know I have wings and cannot fly,
But I can choose to make a paradise where I am right now.
I want to be an Ostrich,
Nobody messes with an Ostrich!
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