Not a Chance
Have you ever imagined
what it would be like
to be the seed of a dandelion?
Floating on the wind.
Free.
Have you ever wondered
how it would feel
to be a fawn?
A baby deer,
leaping through the woods.
Running free.
How do you think it would feel
to be mocked?
To be teased?
To be bullied?
Not free.
But,
wouldn't it be so much worse
to be
the bully.
Not a chance for freedom.
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