Sour face
Sweet words
"Know your place!"
That's what she heard.
Bitter tongue
Soft words
They stepped on her as she clung
On the edge,
They had misheard.
Metallic cheeks
Smooth words
As she shrieks
The men, they spurred on,
Snapping their wild beaks,
The promise of a fairer existence
Her persistence,
It got her,
Down,
Down,
Crash on the,
Ground.
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