She had wings,
white soft wings
It was ripped from her,
without her consent
Every feather plucked,
every tendon ripped
It left scars
That will never heal
In a place forever unseen.
About the Creator
Start Again
Introduction This is a prose poem from Harper Lewis's challenge that you can join in here: Start Again β¨οΈππ₯π§Ύπ₯πβ¨οΈοΈ I Working In The Detritus And Wreckage Left By The Wrecking Ball Of The Hateful Favourities And Their Despicable Enablers They Call Me A Mendacious Abusive Cheat π₯π§Ύπ₯ And The Wole World Believes Them I Feel Abandoned But I Will Never Back Down π₯π§Ύπ₯ Hammering At The Brick Wall Of Ignorance One Day I Will Make It Fall Like Jericho My Power And Endeavour Will Never Diminish Every Day It Will Get Stronger π₯π§Ύπ₯ Encouraged By My Friends And Admirers Sixty Two Days Since The Wrecking Ball Hit And The Ignorant Perpetrators Just Laugh They Been Warned π₯π§Ύπ₯ I Will Be Smiling Soon That Is Definite β¨οΈππ₯π§Ύπ₯πβ¨οΈοΈ
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