Of the many birds I am, who we are,
none show themselves alone;
they disappear among my feathers,
to leave for another sky.
Womankind held tight to my skin …
to show me off as intelligent,
to make me the mocker of men
who build walls between countries.
Mr. President, all the books you read
are full of such gallant heroes,
always sure of themselves!
I fly on your wall between freedom:
Shit down it …
and sing all their songs at once.