They’re not very pretty
These wings I’ve grown
They’re flawed
Too small
Too cumbersome
There’s some kind of blemish
On one of them
I flap them about
Barely off the ground
Almost sinking to the earth
You don’t envy me—
As I look down at you
I would never expect that from you
As I look down at you
You don’t look up at me
You couldn’t do that
Not you
Not perfect you
Not you—with everything
You can say what you want about my wings
Call them useless and ugly
Like you call me
Call them small
I don’t care what you say
You act like you know everything
Well, I’m gonna tell you something
Say what you want about these wings
But at least I can fly
i love this poem