Once
you were made of the sky
do you remember that?
Before they told you
what you were supposed to be
Before they destroyed
your elegant wings.
Before they tricked you
and chained you to an idea
to a prison they made for you
branded you with a label, with pain
Tried to remold you
into something
easier for them
to understand.
But your blood
didn’t let you
forget, did it?
The taste of the sky,
The memories of flying
to the horizon just to kiss
the sun before he fell asleep.
Once Apollo himself loved you
so much, that he softened
the sun’s heat so it could
not melt your wings.
He is still waiting for you
to remember who you were
before they turned you
into something they understood.
Come, you have always known
what it would take
to eat those chains,
to fly free again.
Nothing about this
was ever going to be easy
Freedom was built
on backs and bones and blood.
Take the thing
that is owed to you.
Forge new wings
in the belly of betrayal.
Watch them quiver
as you rise again,
this time breathing fire
your spine made of fury.
Show them what happens
when they try to take the voice
from those born of the sky
Become your own battlecry.
