they fill up on ignorance and hate,
drunk on power and high
on confidence.
soon they fly to sun
with icarus,
with their man made feathers and cardboard
wings.
and as they melt
as they fall into the vast
dark sea they once casted out,
they'll realize that they weren't the ones
caked in angel's magic.
that we are the ones
doused in stardust, with
our halos on our curls and
our dark wings flapping melodically.
as they fall
they'll realize
they weren't angels,
no matter how high they flew
or how brightly they smiled
or how perfect their wings were.
confidence can be the drug
that kills you or the
medicine that heals you,
and in this case,
they overdosed
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of a Black Girl
Poetry"The black girl who will embody you all through my small voice that will soon become powerful." ~~~ i have a lot to say and it's on these pages.
