When I first learned to fly
It wasn't graceful
A bobbing spinning kind of floating
More frightening than exciting
I tried so hard to hide it
Desperate to go undiscovered
I didn't want to be a superhero
I didn't want to be a weapon
I just wanted to look down at the world
Like I looked at the bottom of the pool
On summer nights
With the underwater light on
I no longer fear being spotted
People, I've found, are only willing to see so much
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