Birds of a Feather

They say birds of a feather flock together, but what happens when there comes a change of the weather? Perhaps, a change of direction or misleading conception? Through it all, we stood tall, yet somehow, we still let it fall. We have lost touch with one another, with no relation to our brothers, and bashing each other. Whiteface, black face, new face, the human race- However, we still don’t know our place. Somehow, we still aren’t aware of the fact that many voices are stronger than one, but the war has already begun. See, birds of a feather must stick together, because without teamwork, we can’t make the dream work and we will never know our worth. When are we going to stop antagonizing and fantasizing over a future that we cannot even put into action because we’re worried about other reactions? The time is now or never because birds of a feather flock together.