I watched last night, before me,
a duckling become an elegant swan.
She stood upright in her sack cloth dress,
Her voice tightened amongst cat calls,
Salivating critics licked their chops,
Thinking, "Oh -Yeah?!
Another: klutzy, untalented, tone deaf, chump!
She opened her mouth in triumph,
her voice flew out fluttering.
With gossamer wings,
wiping tears that appeared in front of my eyes,
Wings wrapped around me and
Whipped the dirt from my frame,
I had seen an ugly duckling,
but now I saw beauty take flight.
Poem by Gregorio Roth