Fallen Angel Poem by Michelle Hanes

See my wings?
They aren't white

Like those fancy angels
The pure, the perfect and the unrealistic

They're grey
I'm not pure, perfect but I'm totally real

See my wings?
They aren't red

Like a demon's wings
All spiny and scaly

They're smooth and fluffy
With feathers that fall out every now and then

See my wings?
They aren't green

Like a strong dragon's
That are huge and could cause tornados

They're small
Just my size, there's nothing wrong with that
See my wings?
They're mine

Because I'm not perfect enough for angel wings
I'm not bad enough for demon wings
I'm not strong enough for dragon wings

I don't want to be perfect, there's no such thing
I don't want to bad, I don't need to be strong
I just want to be me

My grey wings, so pretty
Feel them, they're soft
But they aren't right
They shouldn't be grey

Well that's what they say
You know, ‘They'
The people that decide what's what
What should be, what should go

‘They' say you have to be good
Or else you'll lose your white wings
Losing your white wings is bad
That's what they say


I lost my white wings
They've since turned grey
One mistake is all takes
For you to lose it all

My grey wings, so nice,
I like how they feel
But they're wrong
Because they aren't red

Red is the magic color,
For the bad, deceitful and evil
That's what ‘they' say anyway
Whatever this all means

If you're bad you get red wings
Spiny and scaly with pointy tips
They symbolize you and what you did
That's what ‘they' say it means

I never got red wings
I wasn't bad enough for it
My one mistake is just the one
I didn't make anymore, so no wings for me


My grey wings, not scaly
Not red, white or green
They're not good enough
Whatever that means

I apparently need green wings
A dragon's might I add
If I'm strong, I'm tough
I'm courageous to the bone

I wasn't courageous
My mistake was being a coward
Who doesn't deserve anything
Any color of wing except grey that is

They hunt me, they hurt me
Just because I'm different
Why's that so bad,
Not having a certain color

I'm proud of my grey wings
They're mine and that's it
So go somewhere else
I don't need ‘they', just me