You sip the last righteous drop of golden nectar
With your willful hand clutching onto your scepter
The majestic presence of yours, they humbly adore
They only notice your cloak of feathers and galorePhysical perfection, a blessing, yet also a curse
It allows vulgar tongues to begin an envious outburst
Oh, your breathtaking beauty, so regal and supreme
Your wits, they don't see; now you've lost self-esteemBut I tell you to not be overwhelmed by their toxic
Never suppress your talent when all gets hectic
Raise your chin and gracefully show your plumage
Keep your straight posture as they inflict damageRemember, your wings are not only for display
Strut your hidden truth, for no one will dismay
Crowned, not only your head, but also your heart
Reveal your potential, a new legacy you must start***
A/N: Many individuals judge through appearance and status. Even when you're crowned with majestic beauty, others will be blinded, doubting the existence of your obscured talent. Keep this in mind, everyone is pretty, yet everyone is not just a pretty face.
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Wings
PoetryAllow me to become your wings, Wings of guidance to reach the light Wings of strength to win the fight Wings of courage to encounter the night Wings of hope to see a future, so bright *Each of us has a unique pair of wings. Even when broken, it is...