These Wings
different
not…left out
just avoiding the vociferous
yes, feeling doubt
and maybe, it tries to ruminate
but it dissipates
and leaves this feeling of difference
i can’t help but present as indifferent
to the pestering and concern
of those who ask to be kind
of those who yearn to understand what they cannot
because i am feeling prickles at my back, throes of lack
they’re growing
oh god, why was i so unknowing?
they, being feathers
tethers inside my skin
snapping
they grow, with a grin
proud, leaving their trapping
like they’ve left the difference behind,
like they’re no longer my kin
but i yank them back
force them to retract
for these wings i am growing
keep me knowing
that i am different
not allowed to be the vociferant
so yes, i am “unique”
“special”
“one out of three”
“the youngest”
“smallest”
for i am just one out of three
successful-people-to-be
i just want to be free
am i unknowing? or am i just me?
