Fly

Flipped her wings

The sky turned purple

A journey of her life

Her disbelief the only hurdle

She took the flight

World as usual talked

Storms welcomed

So did tumultuous sun

Called her with names

A disdained whore

A fleeting disgrace

She flew pretty

With blemished face

Her beak upright

With pride on its tip

Her wings flamboyant 

Pushing the game

Her little claws

Firm as motives

Willed eyes

All as one

As she swung

Flipped and streamed

The little birds around

Bullied with hails and

Demeaning greys

Found a means

The hero within

Herds became a troop

The sky became birds

A world beneath looked

Sang in praise

Story of a bird that

Flew at odds

changed a course

#fly