Feathers by Niki G.
Shavonne Marshall-Wells
Little egg
This is my hidden nest
Where new life is made
You were born to be the best
Little egg
How finely you have opened up
Here is your hidden nest
It's secret
It's yours
Be careful not to get knocked up
Outside your head
Little egg
Look at them dancing in the square
Those chase feathers with long and straight
These get swept up easily in the wind
You must never go there
Little egg
Watches from above
They peck and sneak
They rise and rise until they fall
They do what has been deemed a sin
Is that love?
Little egg
Is no longer a name of mine
Shattered are the dreams of being feather-like
My wings have grown unruly
Strong
But I still remember the time of fine feathers Light, white feathers
Overshadowing mine