The crimson tide slowly washes over me, 

The cascading ebony of the color red clipping my beautiful wings, 

The chain of society perpetually tightening around my body every time I try to lift off, 

This chilling cement rain puddling and forming upon my feet, 

I can feel it, 

Every hardening drop keeping me who I am yesterday, 

And I strain, 

I strain to break the mold of me mechanically made thoughtlessly by the generations that have come to be, 

And I suffer, 

I suffer through the pain and spread my insecure hesitant wings, 

I need to fly, 

I need to fly and be beautiful, 

Soar out of the ebony and crimson consuming my freedom of being, 

I need to break, 

Break the damned cement casts upon my feet or the crimson will soon have all of the way devoured and claimed me, 

The next mindless victim of a cracked reality that has come, 

Raped, 

Pillaged, 

And impregnated me