Must there be a differentiation, a notedness,

an elevation above, a falling below, a middling?

Does Gaia favor fierce or meek, exotic or plain?

Does ranking serve our need to condescend? 

I resist the rant when the phrase is proffered,

again and again, naming us ordinary people.

I will let my beast strut, flaunt my plumage;

flare my hand-painted hackles and post a selfie.