Flipping my wings
I see a failure in me
All I want is to fly
Fly high up the sky
Sleep on the clouds
Kiss the blue sky
Hide in the clouds ans never come down again
Opening my beak
The shape makes my speech difficult
Words cannot be audible enough
For an ear to grasp a thing
I have worries in me
Piles of stories inside
Blame it on the tongue and beak
I only speak chicken
Fully dressed
But at times wish I was naked
Only the "what if's" accomplishes that
Beautiful Monalisa pictures I paint of myself
Of what I want from me
Rather than ending as an option
Feathers pr thighs?
Dressed chicken they call me when naked
So what I'm I with feathers on?
©Gome
15/05/2017