When They Can Be a Peacock

When-

When I see her error-free answer with my page adjoined,

I glance down at the disappointment from my chest within.

She's smarter than me, I'm the turkey here.

When I'm next to her dancing "La Esmeralda,"

I'm the one who won the award. I'm the one who is Esmeralda.

Then why do all eyes travel to her?

When I stretch with a chair and a bed,

I muffle the screams from my tendons and knees.

To have no limits, bones, or ligaments.

To be a slug, have I finally caught up?

When QBReader rolls round and around,

I know what he's thinking.

"I wish I practiced this with a boy."

I grinded every night on Protobowl,

Sleepless nights swirling around questions,

Will you look at me as a bee?

When I think about using every inch of my capability,

Using my brain, and body, and hope to dance.

I know the teacher won't even guide me, teach me.

He'll turn away and go rushing over to the human.

I'll gaze into the mirror,

And sob on the other side.

When I'm petrified to make a sound,

I shy away into the corner that I chose.

But when grim figures come,

I bare my fangs and prick my foes.

When I'm as charming as a peacock,

My entire existence is lovely, perfect.

I'm happy, aren't I?

To be the center of all,

To be like you,

I'm happy, right?

When I demote to a Wren,

From remarkable to standard.

So be it.

I'd rather be the individual I built from feathers,

Then the mold they made from plaster.

When they can be a peacock,

I can be free.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ <When They Can Be a Peacock> end.

-K. Kleony