The real experience of my poem is on May 14th, 2014, my bird, Squirt, passed away at 3:30pm when I saw him take his last chirp while in my hand. I mourned about it for about five days. I remember that day during English, we got handed the “dream deferred” poem handout to do. I was going to do it on Squirt and him flying that day after-school, but I got a text from my mom in fourth block that he passed away because she said he stopped gasping for air when she was with him. I was his “mommy bird” when we had to take care of him because our neighbors killed Squirt’s siblings and the mom never came back. On May 13th, he was learning to fly with me jumping in the air and him ‘flying’ in a way. He was healthy, happy, and living. I will always remember him as ‘Squirt, ready to fly, but not here on Earth’ when I wanted him to be known for ‘flying to the sky to be with his mom bird again’.