Scars, bruises, wounds and scratches
Adore your body,your mind, your soul
Like brutalites inflicted for being
A BEING of silence,subdued to muteness
Confined and captivated by door latches
With desires burning like wood in pit hole
Your clipped wings refrained from seeing
Have nothing to offer the divine rays...
Your flight, your certitude are impatient
To shed away the old marks of servility
Waiting for you to take charge and win...
All the etched signs, no more your share
And embrace every grace for you meant
Show you are no more a device for pity
You are an air borne, an angel, a queen
A symbol of ascent,an epitome of dare...