Wings by Maddy Dombrow
A woman’s wings are her most prized possession
Her feathers of all different shapes and sizes
Brush against the clouds and touch the lingering galaxies
Flying is the freest a woman can feel
Her rise and fall through the atmosphere
Allows her to whistle and sing
As a woman flies and soars
She sings to the heavens
With a voice like ocean waves
But eventually, waves crash
And every woman’s melody is cut short
Her wings are stripped from her back and burned to ashes
Her freedom dies with the smoke and flames
For centuries, they have feared our wings
The cowards that hide their tears
Dread the thought of us reaching the stars
So, they burn our dreams
They burn our wings
But, let them burn
Let us drown
We will keep singing
Singing our songs of glory
As we rebuild our wings
And touch every corner of the universe
Until the day we soar again