The Director's Desk
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My wings. Tucked into my sides like a baby bird or baby bat who has yet to fly.
My wings. Attached to my body, similar to the rest of my limbs. Able to move, not yet fly. Like an infant learning to roll over or a toddler who learns to walk, but afraid of taking steps.
My wings. Clipped so I can't fly, but growing more feathers and stronger everyday.
My wings. They are here. I can use them. Alone. Without help. But like that baby bird or toddler scared to take a step, I stand and use them but look back for reassurance.
I'm in the air and I can fly. Alone. Without help. But sometimes I have trouble using them.
Mama Bird is there to help me. And gently point out my mistakes. She loves my personality, my sparkle. Me.
She is my boss, and the reason why I am able to fly. She gave me the opportunity to use my wings.
During my flight, I bumped into a hard object. I bumped into that object and broke something. Mama Bird wasn't happy. I felt bad, because I made a mistake.
When I met Mama Bird, I felt blessed with opportunity, And I still feel blessed, no matter how tired I am from flying.
I am blessed with opportunity. The other birds that flew for Mama Bird weren't able to fly well. I know I can fly, and I believe I can fly. The other birds flew and broke many things, much more than me.
I will take this opportunity, embrace it, and fly higher than ever. And I won't break anything.
Thank you Mama Bird. Thank you.
My wings. Tucked into my sides like a baby bird or baby bat who has yet to fly.
My wings. Attached to my body, similar to the rest of my limbs. Able to move, not yet fly. Like an infant learning to roll over or a toddler who learns to walk, but afraid of taking steps.
My wings. Clipped so I can't fly, but growing more feathers and stronger everyday.
My wings. They are here. I can use them. Alone. Without help. But like that baby bird or toddler scared to take a step, I stand and use them but look back for reassurance.
I'm in the air and I can fly. Alone. Without help. But sometimes I have trouble using them.
Mama Bird is there to help me. And gently point out my mistakes. She loves my personality, my sparkle. Me.
She is my boss, and the reason why I am able to fly. She gave me the opportunity to use my wings.
During my flight, I bumped into a hard object. I bumped into that object and broke something. Mama Bird wasn't happy. I felt bad, because I made a mistake.
When I met Mama Bird, I felt blessed with opportunity, And I still feel blessed, no matter how tired I am from flying.
I am blessed with opportunity. The other birds that flew for Mama Bird weren't able to fly well. I know I can fly, and I believe I can fly. The other birds flew and broke many things, much more than me.
I will take this opportunity, embrace it, and fly higher than ever. And I won't break anything.
Thank you Mama Bird. Thank you.
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