Wings

Wings (Reimagined)

Around her world, near and far,

Where the gaze would idly land,

Fragments of wonder shimmered bright—

Yet veiled by dimmer minds.

“Your skin is flawed,” they’d say,

“Paint it, bleach it—”

“Till you glow like stars”

Dusky was beautiful, in the way it was. 


If only their eyes could see that far.

“Too big, too round,” 

“Shrink. Disappear. Fade into form.

“Mirror the narrow myth of beauty born.”

But fullness held a sacred shape—

More truth than tale ever told.

She was thought, she was a dream,

She was a flair divine

A flame unswayed by breeze or storm.

A whisper fierce, a silken fight,

Gifted, radiant, edged with light.

But small minds clipped what they could not hold,

She bent, she bruised, but never broke—

And through the ache, she wove her might—

Until she rose.

She grew her wings,

And chose her flight.

That day, the sky rewrote her rite.