May 2016
Should ones form be dictated by colour
these hanging feathers looking duller
all I wanted was to be treated like another
ravens spoke of there dismay called the other
less I spread my wings in shame, am I not beautiful
each feather shimmers, others claims inexcusable
so many of raven feathers, doubt there place,
s**tarless we may be, but aren't we full of midnights grace.
these hanging feathers looking duller
all I wanted was to be treated like another
ravens spoke of there dismay called the other
less I spread my wings in shame, am I not beautiful
each feather shimmers, others claims inexcusable
so many of raven feathers, doubt there place,
s**tarless we may be, but aren't we full of midnights grace.
Acrostic end rhyme
