"smoke" by Aaliyah
- poet
- May 7
- 1 min read
Do birds feel the envy that pours from me?
Following their wings with low eyes and smoke emanating from my chest
Does it make them lose their place in formation?
Twist them in another direction for only a moment?
Do they know that i hate them when their wings stutter in air?
With their beaks turned up and their wings symmetrical
Do they know i regard their freedom with such wrath?
Coming back to land when they so please
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