The sluggish grime that pulls me down
Solidifies itself under your feet.
You reach out with your ‘benevolent’ hand,
Don’t struggle; you’ll sink faster –
Must I diminish to be in your world?
The objective mediator bangs his mallet
And sentences me to an eternity of inequality.
Now I have reached the mountains
And you’ve reached the seas.
You’ve found love with the mermaids
And I’ve flown with the birds.
I will trade my wings for those days on land,
But I won’t lose a feather to