My father made me wings much like the ones Daedalus made,
But he only could make one pair so he was okay staying confined.
My wings, unlike Icarus’s, were not made of wax,
I could fly as high as I wished but apply loads of sunscreen for my skin.
Ecstatic I was, privileged I felt when I saw my friends like ants on the sand,
I was daddy’s little princess but he had better things for me than plastic tiaras.
Exploring the world became my dream, finding myself in the process too.
I was an individual with a lot of seeing, learning and experiencing to do.
Father of mine encouraged me and also handed me a bag of $$$,
I received no warning though and believed the world was my oyster.
Far away from home, high up in the sky, one day my wings acted off,
I didn’t know they took an about turn and wouldn’t listen to me any longer.
Crying I went back home, I told my father the fault in the wings,
He said it was no mistake but his genius to watch over me.
Cage like wings these were that would only work up to 994 miles from home,
He called me ungrateful when I said it was unfair, he called me a foolish child.
My mother was not surprised, she gave me a sorrowful smile,
‘20 years ago, he gave me the same wings,’ she said. ‘You can never really leave.’
My eyes were on fire with this betrayal, I couldn’t speak a word,
20 days later I was about to throw them in the sea when my younger brother stopped me.
‘Give them to me, 994 miles is still away from here,’ he beamed,
Was my father cruel, my mother sad or my brother ignorant?
I wouldn’t know how the story ends, I threw myself in the sea instead.
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