Don't break my wings when I fly, my Love Don't dampen my Spirit when I'm shiny either. Let me be who I am becoming Let me face my own demons So I can say, That I too was the hero in my story. If only you knew how hard it was to dream. Heavy on gravity, low on brevity, If only you knew how hard it was to see. You'd wax my wings cold And inquire about my untitled conquests. About how my scars played Keteke on my guttered back And my sentences, becoming meaningless when I stammered. If only you knew how hard it was for me to speak. You'd thread my words with a thumb of thimble, And knit carefully between each cotton syllable Till they sounded purposeful. If only you knew.. You'd allow me become.