I feel like a crow..wretched and evil. Black like coal..eyes deep with strength but behind is my sadness. My wings like strings that tell me where to go, how to keep up...screeching at my head. Staying alone..night in the moon on these broken trees...unwanted but some say beautiful...others say ugly...but like a crow, im fearless and full of strength.
I am a crow.
I am my past.
