A human who cannot sing is a penguin
Biology ordains she receives
Gentle, powerful wings
And although she tries
She cannot fly
She envies seagulls
And societal rituals
Hiding from what she should be
Trying, failing, so painfully sorry
So she throws herself into the sea
Dying to drown in lamenting screams

But she discovers
As she slips under
Flying is nothing
When she opens her wings
And propels herself through mystery
Bending future and history
And as Biology decreed
She was freed
Not through sky but wings
And her words are what she sings
Voicelessly.