Flex, and bend with your arm reaching backwards and stretch from the fingertips of your wingspan,
through and over to where your feet blend into the speckled earth;

Look at me,
You think I don't see you growing wings?

You think I don't know how it hurts to have feathers carve a notch in your shoulderblades and to have to decide
whether it is okay to enjoy hot tea and flavored water,
and you think
I can't see you struggling
to see if it okay to leap off of a cliff and if you can catch yourself and ride with the wind and let yourself
be someone that just might know
how to wield your own wings?