Skinny-boned Here It Flies
Children love me as what I am,
As how they love a mango topped icy graham.
I am made in different shade,
They made me as unique as they can.
How lovely I am when I am on the blue sky
Covered with cottony cumulus white clouds.
children wished they could be me,
But they don’t know how it feels to be like me.
I am left in a dark place with other creepy toys.
But I know this is my role,
anyway, It never ends here.
One day, they shared me with a peer.
So the peer let me fly in the sky.
But it all ends up in one reasoning,
How I let myself from flowing,
Letting myself soar how the birds fly,
Then let them see how beautiful I am in the sky.
Now I realize how my purpose will be,
without someone who will control me.
I am just a kite who can only fly
With someone who will let me to be in the sky.