I Do Not Have Angel Wings by Clover G

Everyone else has wings as white as freshly powdered snow

That shine and shimmer to show their purity whenever they come near

But mine are not like that

My wings are the color of the Earth

With green and pink scattered amongst the dirt

They show so many scars

That will never truly heal

But I guess I’ll never truly change

If we don’t begin at the start

When they realized that my wings were different

And more like mud than clouds

They chose to cover them in bleach that made them rot

And just for safe measure

Made me be friends with only the purest of feather

But they knew I wasn’t like them

And decided to make me hurt

They let me stay their friend

But never truly let me in

They knew all of my secrets

But I knew none of theirs

They made me cover my wings in more white

Whenever my color drew near

And when that stopped working out for them

They decided to rip out my wings instead

Slowly, slowly

One feather at a time

They plucked out my feathers

And the life entwined

And when my wings fell off

It was my fault, not theirs

Because they said that I simply ripped them off

So I lived without my wings

And without any life in me

Days and years passed

Without any hope 

That one day I’d regain my soul

And that day did come

When some people truly cared

They actually looked to me as the one who needed support

And though it will take lots of time

Maybe my wings will grow back

And even though every time I see a brown feather

I start to relapse and try to cover them up

But one day I’ll be better

And maybe I’ll truly heal

And embrace those 

Without angel wings that don’t need to be concealed