The Yellow Raven

I am Yellow but,
I am a Raven.
They are swans–
I am at the – precipice,
as usual.

They lower their wings because
They did not flap them to find
in the first place.

Mine, fatigued from flapping, to find
every Pebble and Metal and Pebble
are worth... less
in prejudice.

We fly the same, we 
Sing the same–
Are we not–the same?

I am Yellow but
I am worth... less
Always more.