I am changing
I can feel the difference
I'm sprouting wings
I'm not an angel
Far from one
The feathers aren't white
If you look closely enough
You can see them
Falling delicately over my shoulder blades
I'm not the same
You've enhanced my darkness
It flows from every pore
Inky and beautiful
My inner self shows when you are near
I crave the darkness that calls
I want it on the outside
We have nothing to hide
I want truth and rebellion
To be myself no matter the cost
To be yours
To walk that line
Between the little girl I used to be
and the Woman you have made
I embrace peculiarity
Abnormality
Individuality
With every feather
I am closer to who I am meant to be
Can you see my wings?
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