all black and white. I’ve no
color. I’ve never taken flight. My wings
are stubs that flap but never lift off. I only

waddle when I walk. The air around me
is cold. Glaciers and icebergs are my
home. I dive deep to get my feed. I wish life

could be easier on me. I wish I was slender. I wish
I could fly. I wish I was colorful as the macaw,
and that people would listen when I

make noise, and believe I have a voice. I wish
I could live in the rain forest, among the lush trees
and sparkling waterfalls. The saddest thing

about my life is I was born wearing
a tuxedo with nowhere to go except
back and forth.