My wings were clipped
Plucked apart piece by piece
With a clean knife
and a tainted hand
I never understood why they were so heavy
why you held them so tightly
My back is bent and crooked
From the weight of your malice
Tied down by expectations and condemnation
Bounded by whispers and harsh glares
With not a single care
For my wellbeing
The sky seems far away
Yet I dream with the stars
Floating away from my body
the same one in the ground
It’s freeing in a way
Not being under your constant scorn
Even if it meant sacrificing my wings
At least my body no longer mourns