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I Am Penguin
I am penguin.
Foreign, but closer to your heart than you know.
Cold, yet sophisticated, warm, transparent.
Simple in appearance, but complex with the vanities of my soul.
I am penguin.
I love with what I have.
I feel what I can’t explain.
I walk with a humble swagger.
I fly without soaring, my mind stays anchored.
I am penguin.
But my identity isn’t guaranteed.
Fluctuating like the glaciers of the Antarctic.
Moving with a slow purpose.
Tweeting the song of my kind, the music of my people.
Broken with a chance to be fixed.
I am penguin.
But I have another name.
It means flower, the petals show life and substance.
They are secluded, yet connected.
I rise to my opponents
I am discovering what I am, what I will become;
Breaking the bonds that bind me,
Chase me,
Change me,
I am penguin.
Foreign, but closer to your heart than you know.
Cold, yet sophisticated, warm, transparent.
Simple in appearance, but complex with the vanities of my soul.
I am penguin.
I love with what I have.
I feel what I can’t explain.
I walk with a humble swagger.
I fly without soaring, my mind stays anchored.
I am penguin.
But my identity isn’t guaranteed.
Fluctuating like the glaciers of the Antarctic.
Moving with a slow purpose.
Tweeting the song of my kind, the music of my people.
Broken with a chance to be fixed.
I am penguin.
But I have another name.
It means flower, the petals show life and substance.
They are secluded, yet connected.
I rise to my opponents
I am discovering what I am, what I will become;
Breaking the bonds that bind me,
Chase me,
Change me,
I am penguin.
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