Flight
Birds in flight before sunrise migrate to new places after sunset
So I envy how they escape and get second chances
Almost like their days have a reset
Nomads with no anchors
Leaving their marks with no repercussions
Making a mess wherever they go and people saying it’s a sign of good luck
Wish my messes were blessings
My unique exterior was considered beautiful
Maybe then I’d hate myself a little less
and any sound I made would be called a song
and someone would be glad to hear me in the mornings
I would not have a race problem
After all we know what color the dove was,
Many people are just happy they got to exist after Noah and the ordeal
I could fly above my insecurities
Feel the wind beneath my wings
as opposed to my face reminding me that I’m grounded
Grounded by bills and unnecessary things
Let me take off from places I feel unwanted
And build a home wherever I am
Be oblivious to people trying to shoot me down so their negativity wouldn’t weigh on me