Wings to Fly

Fri, 01/12/2018 - 21:05 -- jbeall

Look at your face and your hair's small curls

you may not be a stick,

but you have the whole world

in your hands, between your shoulders, and even in your thighs.

Who cares what you look like when you open your eyes?

 

Little girl, why do spend your nights filled with cries?

You are so strong and elegant, no need to demonize

your looks are nothing, it is your inside that is a prize.

you mustn't forget, you have wings-- so fly.

 

Who cares about the size of your belly or your breasts?

Little girl, believe in your mind and it'll take care of the rest.

Look, its much easier said than done- but you must always give it your best run

 

You might fall in mud and feel very stuck, and cause all your actions and thoughts to go amuck

but you'll find the way, life isn't a maze, you'll make it through even your hardest of days.

 

You might find yourself even drowning in fear, but remember little girl, i am always here

to clean your tears, boogers, and sweat,

to help you every single time you forget,

that you have wings to fly.

 

No matter what words are thrown at your face,

those words come from people filled with disgrace.

They know only to speak with sharp knives,

but remember, they too, have sorrow-filled nights--

they must have forgotten their ability to fly.

 

Little girl, please never forget how beautiful you are,

even when you feel you're only filled with scars.

You never got to where you now are

by cowering and not listening to your beating heart.

 

To fly you must have wings, and that, you do

little girl you mustn't forget,

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it's beautiful to be you.

 

 

-Jessica Beall

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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