My friends say that I'm handicapped <br /> Because I'm not like they: <br /> They flutter off when I come near, <br /> And with them I can't play. <br /> But there is nothing wrong with me; <br /> There's just one minor thing: <br /> I am a tiger swallowtail <br /> Who has a wrinkled wing. <br /> I fly as high and far as they <br /> And pollinate as well, <br /> But that one blemish on my wing <br /> Soes more than words can tell. <br /> It labels me as something weird <br /> Which doesn't fit the mold. . . <br /> And thus I'm forced to fly alone, <br /> Through skies both warm and cold. <br /> I know they'll never understand <br /> What damage they have done <br /> By choosing not to fly with me... <br /> For they just think it's fun! <br /> If only I could make them see <br /> That beauty is wing deep, <br /> While talent and ability <br /> Are traits we ALL can reap !! <br /> But I'll not let them get me down <br /> And make me feel ashamed: <br /> I'll simply work much harder <br /> To prove that I'm NOT maimed! <br /> For I'm as good and strong as they, <br /> Unique in just one thing: <br /> I am that tiger swallowtail <br /> Who has a wrinkled wing.<br /><br />Craig Burgess<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-butterfly-with-a-wrinkled-wing/
