She

She was extraordinary 

And then they noticed 

Who does she think she is 

She is regular in fact a tad over.

She is like any other 

Only with some extra feathers 

Out came the clippers 

To pick at her.

They started plucking slowly 

Then they grew impatient 

Out came their claws

Pricks were replaced by clumps. 

They knew she was different 

Her uniqueness was irksome 

Now she would be like them 

Extra gone ordinary remains.