By: Hanna Haitham

a beautiful mess
with scattered colors
and lines of distress
under a careful cover
and eyes that shine bright with jaded dreams

her pain is soft
the kind that beautifully sings
she’d carry the world aloft
and make it look like a pair of wings
the light of her pain is one that beams

all of the women
who carry stones in their heart
nobody is winning
if you’re falling apart

you’re a masterpiece
let your strength ring
carry your broken pieces
and make them look like a pair of wings

all of the women
who antagonize their heart
don’t hold onto a broken vision
you’re a work of art

you can’t be contained
let your true light sing
carry your pain
and make it look like a pair of wings

all of the women
with chains on their tongues
this is just the beginning
you are not the only one

trust your path
you are your own king
carry your wrath
and make it look like a pair of wings