Wings

I’ve built wings for this voice:
Unstitching traditions I’ve worn ever since
these lips became eclipsed by broken screams.
These wings are breaking the boxes-
Dissociating from pressures to project
mainstreams sketches of red roses.
Untangling from the crocheted expectations,
to start sewing together
the speech
that’s been sitting dormant amongst discouragement.

I’m interrupting transmissions to exhibit strands of patterns
that have been hidden under hats of unworthiness.
I’m rejecting societies efforts to redress my elegance,
I’m wrapping myself in reinforcements that I am worthy of love.

These wings are embracing courage-
Stepping out of suggested stereotypes
into a life layered with tailored horizons,
Picturesque for rejecting rejection
and struggling towards prosperous conclusions.

I’ve built wings for this voice:
Wiping away symptoms of feeling insignificant,
to stand on designed stages
and walk through restricted gateways
into rooms decorated with reflections
of suppressed ambitions,
becoming watered by broadcasts
of new sound waves-
arising erased dreams
and sowing new visions.

Amanda Hemmings