These wings are painted black

My hair as dark as that

A shadow casts in the back

This life is a trap.

Reprimanded good intentions

Like creed in suspension

Unjust acts cause my affliction

Agony is my new addiction.

Every time I am alone

Feeling like a Queen on my throne

I think of this lie I have known

That my true colours can't be shown.

I let the rain pour over me

Wash away the black on my wings

A colour change is what I see

Radiant red, blue, and ivory.

These colours were meant to shine

Throughout all of this time

I had been so blind

To the beauty beneath black tainted lines.

The End

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