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YOU CAN FLY

They feed you medicines in floral wrappings,
Beauty
Purity
Grace
Silence
They burn your throat with every swallow,
And make your eyes water.
They brand a number onto your shoulder.
Cut your nails till there's nothing left,
And staple heavy wings to your back
But they'll never be able to fly.
You dream of the sky
And hope it looks like a kaleidoscope,
You paint reindeers on the walls
And dragons on the floor.
You pull feathers from your wings
Make necklaces and rings
And before they catch you,
You paint a whole landscape on your belly.
They wash the walls, the floor, and they wash you
Until you're red and swollen
You bleed.
You try to build a ladder,
They burn it,
And leave the ashes behind.
You bleed some more,
They dip your feet in charcoal,
So they always know where you go.
You're tired of all this weight,
So you burn your wings with a candle.
And leave the scorch mark on your back
You scream, you kick, you punch, you cry.
And then thunder crackles from above -
You sweet Hell raiser, MY FATHER IN
This madness becomes you.
Glass rains THE KITCHEN
Mixing with the ashes, feathers and blood
This small world falls down around you He really doesn't mind,
You walk across the world of glass they made Being in the kitchen
But why??? Where he loves preparing chicken.

You're no different, His kitchen knows him well,
You're not incapable,
they'll try to cut you down … While his recipes are enough to tell.
Build a stronger ladder and the strongest wings. He starts dancing in joy,
Reach up to the sky, While cooking yummy pasta for his boy.
Just believe
You can fly He really doesn't mind,
And remember, Being master in his occupation.
Don't bleed Whereas he has grown up learning,
Not this time! The skill of concoction.

Shailly Drall, XI-C Meher Sudan, I-C