Ascension Poem by Fatima Alzhara Rafa

I love the fact that I'm green,
the fact that my wings are self-made,
and my love for them is a part of my self-esteem.
I swagger on the human love I trade,
for some of my own gleam.
I used the colors of heaven
to draw myself immense,
to create a future image I desire.
I flamed human help with fire,
yet I hide my blueness—
it only appears in moonless
nights, teen dreams…
You took my blueness away
using an eighth color unknown to me.
Is there a path to learn that color?
To paint it with my own soul?
Or does this one, my dear,
require a human being?
Don't brag of your suffering,
or how you claimed the minister's chair—
there's no contrast you can offer.
I'm a tiny female
who needs love and care.
My wings were made
to ease the way up here—
to rise.