They were minethese wings.But you took themfor your own.They were meant for meto fly in the directionsI wanted.But you took my wingsand flew the directionsYou needed. As the years went by...
My wings were shredding,it was getting harder and harderto fly, barely getting off the ground.your words made me smallSo I was not able to grow my wings.
I looked at myself and I had enough.You made me never have a voice, But I'm taking it back.
Just know I am happyyou can finally hear my voiceJust know I am happythe fear you gave me, doesn't cripple me anymore.
Just know I am happy.
- Written on July 3rd, 2018
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Cassiie Etienne
28 years old. I have been writing for as long as I could remember. For some reason writing was the only way I could express myself when I was younger and it still is one of the best ways I express myself.
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