They say "'Hope' is a thing with feathers"

It "perches in the soul"

But my soul has no branches

I lost my bird long ago

For my bird was not meant to sing

My bird was not meant to fly 

I'm supposed to stay in the shadows

NOT be recognized

NOT be appreciated

NOT be considered

I'm supposed to be shunned

I'm supposed to fail

But my bird should never cry

My culture carries to much pride

Be strong 

Be brave

But make sure you hide

I tried to ignore them

I tried to fly

But each time I fell

I lost my branches

-One at a time-

I finally listened

And now my bird has left

I live in silence

And like my people

I never rest