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“So, my children, birds who can speak are cockatoo and parrot,” I faintly heard the teacher explained.


I suppose I was just falling asleep when your voice knocked my eardrums.

“WAKE UP, SLACKER!” you said, yelling.

I felt scratches on my scalp.

Then, you jumped and stood in front of me,

Staring at me with eyes that are darker than the nights.

I had never, in my life, seen a black bird that speaks like you.

All my life, some birds were scavengers of words:

taking rubbish words that were wasted everywhere and put them in a lullaby.

The rest just nodded plainly when they hear bullshit about changing the world,

Then they dream again about the seeds they usually peck.

Jogja, October 2, 2018

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