We are the birds that fly with battered wings
Is painful you know, but we want to live
So we endure the pain, we must fly as long we have wings
No matter its conditions,
We must fly, we weren’t meant to have damage wings
But the hand of evil is everywhere
We are the little girls and the little boys that were
Forgotten by god for a moment
In the jungle filled with beastly things we were left unprotected
We are damaged souls walking on broken glass that once held our beauty and innocent
Looking for wholeness, some limp, some crawl, nevertheless we are moving.
We bear the scars of man’s weakness, the victims of those that lost their humanity,
Yet we find ways to live and for some of us, if we can’t find a way, we create a way.
We suffer in silence among you, in the work place, the classrooms, we sit next to you in the church
And to some we are wives and husbands, yet you are unaware.
We are the birds that fly with battered wings,
is painful you know, but we want to live
So we endure the pain, no matter the conditions
We must fly to live
Micheline Jean Louis
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