you told me not to fly on my own,
that i wouldn't be able to handle
the turbulence or the way the sun
would get in my eyes.
but i think it's you who can't handle
the sight of me:
one with the clouds and wind,
brighter than the sun.
so i will fly away.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)
