A flying bird
Disclaimer:This all belongs to the great genius James Patterson.
Some say that watching a flying bird gives you the urge to travel, to spread your wings and fly into the clear blue sky.
Well, that's WRONG!
Humans don't know how it really feels.
Humans don't know that for a bird, flapping his wings twice is as painful as jumping from a 2 story building is for humans.
And they probably don't care.
But I do.
I alone know the true feeling of it.
The feeling of the icy wind going through every feather, ruffling them.
The feel of the clouds, like liquid air.
The cry of an eagle, flying back from a hunt, victorious.
The smell of the air, clean and pure and pollution-less, high up above.
I am not human, but I am not a bird.
So, who am I?
Not an angel, that's for sure
A crossbreed. Human with human DNA. A bird kid.
Iggy. My name is Iggy.
I'm half a bird, but I don't deserve to live in a cage.
I'm not normal, but I don't deserve to be a lab rat.
I'm blind, but I don't deserve to be alone.
I'm not human, but I deserve to be alive
I WANT TO LIVE!