white raven
White raven, white raven,
how does it feel—
to be a bird recognized
by a color that is opposite to you?
A common character in stories,
old and new,
carrying omens—
both good and bad—
in a wild swoosh of midnight feathers.
Do you see yourself in them too?
Watching your brothers and sisters
commemorated and celebrated,
captured in pictures and paintings,
symbols representing—
Are you happy?
Or does it hurt—
like how it hurts me too?