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This piece left me truly understanding what the author was describing. Our whole lives we've had our heritage, our cultures and our lives, building up so high not even skyscrapers can reach to there magnitude, and birds just soar high above us. The are the ones who are truly free in a society with so many chains holding us to the ground.
No, the author used excellent metaphors and similes. The only thing I would want to see added to his piece is maybe some stronger vocabulary. Otherwise, I love this.
My favorite lines were "To float high above, glide on perfect wax wings, gaining distance from my heritage." These lines truly capture the meaning of free. Our society has chained us down, while birds are truly free. Who would want to be a bird?
Never get too frustrated at your own mind. Even if it seems as if your failing, failure means that you're learning.
Great work, hope this piece turns out well. You are a very talented writer Gayatri.