Strong and Weak?

So you are strong.
Perched on the branches of vanity.
Head high, wings stiff,
Still and proud.
Only your eyes move.
Darting and glaring, aware of my steps.
Eyelids meet your irises, squinted in evil.

So I am weak.
Covered in the dirt of worthlessness.
Head low, feathers glued
Restless and scared.
My whole body trembles
Thoughts tainted with the knowledge
That my end is near.

I see your wings flip
As you leave your perching post
And fly with focus
Toward your helpless prey.
So I am helpless.

Talons clawed, beak taut,
You cry out in ferocity
And even my bones seem to shake and shiver.

But I do not flee.
That would only make me more cowardly.

I breathe in my last morsel of oxygen
And hold my terrorized screams back
As you rip me limb from limb.
Fill yourself with my meat
Quench yourself with my blood.

But this is just how it goes.
This is for the good of everyone else.
Because I was weak, scared, and helpless.
I was slow.
What reason would you have not to destroy me?
Now the Earth has just a little less of unsightly qualities,
And the chance to birth more has been diminished.