Wings Like Mine

Tried to clip me with your silence

Tried to cage me in your calm

But I was born of thunder,

Not made to sing your songs.

I don’t fold like paper roses

Don’t fade in quiet light

I rise when you’re not looking

And I never ask you twice.

They said “pretty girls should learn to stay grounded”

But baby, you can’t hold a sky

You call it reckless—

I call it mine.

You’ve never seen wings like mine—

Sharp as glass, and twice as bright.

I don’t float, I fight the air

And I burn through every stare.

I’m not sweet, I’m not safe,

But I’m flying just the same.

So if I scare you, that’s just fine.

You’ve never seen wings like mine.

I’ve walked through fire in heels

Smiled while hiding scars

Turned every scar into glitter

And wore every fall like art.

Don’t call me delicate

Just ’cause I bend and break

I rebuild like holy ruins

And rise in my own wake.

They tried to dim me down to their level

But I was built for higher views

You say I’m “too much”—

Well, that’s your truth.

You’ve never seen wings like mine—

Laced with storm, stitched by time.

I don’t beg for space to soar

I take the sky and ask for more.

I’m not small, I’m not tame,

But I’m rising all the same.

So if I burn, that’s by design.

You’ve never seen wings like mine.

Feathers made of battle cries

Lined in gold and sacrifice

You don’t get to name my flight

You just get to watch me rise

You’ve never seen wings like mine—

Wild and holy, fierce by design.

I don’t fly to be admired

I was born to set the sky on fire.

Not your muse, not your prize,

I am storm dressed up in light.

So if I’m too much, fall behind—

You’ve never seen wings…

Never seen wings…

You’ve never seen wings like mine.

Wings like mine…

Wings like mine…