It’s Me…

A poem

Photo by Valdemaras D. on Unsplash

It’s a bird, it’s a plane.
No, it’s just me, L. Falling out
the sky and shit, so yeah, go
ahead, call me a bird.
I’ve always wanted to fly.
Up in them clouds,
Freedom underneath my wings
as I glide.

But something went wrong.
Closed my eyes for too long,
basking in that sunlight.
Rock came out of no where, clipped
me from the right.
Bitch got my strong wing, had me
feeling dazed.

So, yeah that’s me.
The motherfucker tumbling
through the air.
Nappy feathers dropping everywhere.
Yeah, that’s me, silently crying.
Too much pride to put a voice to
this agony.

Cause the truth is,
if I screamed someone just might
hear, but no one would listen.
So, when I hit the ground
I still won’t make a goddamn sound.
I’ll quietly pick myself up, tend
to my broken wing.