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ough the glass of my kitchen window your shiny little eyes, black as night radiating strength, why you so persistent? draped with curiosity scraping your claws endlessly trying to capture my attention in the busy mornings so that I may notice your existence and listen to your whisperings instead, I hush you away, I have no offerings seems it doesn’t bother you? without fail you are here Testing your luck every day,</p><p id="bac9">The rejection of a proposal, socially snubbed, that feeling of h

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umiliation feeling paralyzed starving for recognition so much to say no one to hear I am trying to find the place But not fitting the mold,</p><p id="a4ef">Oh, silly me! Ah, silly me! the first step is to make peace following the footsteps of the little black crow not stopping but starting again pushing one more time scraping one more opportunity making meanings out of twists and turns whispering, “the best will happen to me” then pushing some more to get my offerings from life.</p></article></body>

In The Face of Rejection

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Oh, silly crow! Ah, silly crow! peeking through the glass of my kitchen window your shiny little eyes, black as night radiating strength, why you so persistent? draped with curiosity scraping your claws endlessly trying to capture my attention in the busy mornings so that I may notice your existence and listen to your whisperings instead, I hush you away, I have no offerings seems it doesn’t bother you? without fail you are here Testing your luck every day,

The rejection of a proposal, socially snubbed, that feeling of humiliation feeling paralyzed starving for recognition so much to say no one to hear I am trying to find the place But not fitting the mold,

Oh, silly me! Ah, silly me! the first step is to make peace following the footsteps of the little black crow not stopping but starting again pushing one more time scraping one more opportunity making meanings out of twists and turns whispering, “the best will happen to me” then pushing some more to get my offerings from life.

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