You can’t hand stop an airplane
Or run ahead of a moving car
From the sky above the clouds
You can’t pluck out a star
Not because it’s impossible
Nor because they don’t exist
But because they live beyond
Any form of bondage and limits
Like a bird soaring in the air
She keeps her eyes above your hair
Above the envy of the beasts below
She flies proudly ignoring the noise.
Is she pretty? Is she Lovely?
Are her feathers even pleasing?
It doesn’t matter what you think
You’re opinions don’t cut her wings!
Pretense? Or Restraint?
She’s always a step ahead
Even when you try to predict her end!
With her destination as the prize,
She soars Through the skies,
Choosing not to be defined
By the on lookers eye!
“They’ll only keep shouting as loud as you can hear them! Live above the noises don’t let them define your choices!”
This poem is dedicated to those that are traumatized by what people think of them. You don’t need approval from everyone to be Someone! Be an original version of You!