Wings

I’ve been called a lot of negative things.

I’ve been called negative things so many times,

I’ve begun to believe them.

When I believe them

it’s like the names I’m called stick,

Like a knife in my back.

I have so many knives

I look like a porcupine.

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But I’ve found new characters in my life,

That call me good things,

Good things that take the knives away.

And replace the knives with feathers.

One by one,

Until the knives are gone,

And all that’s left,

Are wings.

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~ås