POETRY
learning to fly
and learning to Be
Aunty Becky
once said-
“You an’ me are like peas-
in a pod.”
but I reckon
that she just didn’t want to feel so fucking alone
in the world
I never felt at home
at home
neither
with all that chitter chatter
feathers puffed up
and flying everywhere
some days I tried to fly
with a towel that mama
didn’ mind being outside
held in each hand
and I jumped off the fence
imagine still being so dumb
you think
you can fly like that
it didn’t stop me trying
ever
I only learned to fly
a long
long
time later
a lifetime
too late
it only happened
when I told Aunty Becky
that I never was like her
nor them
neither
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