A Bird Called Heather (Poem)

Flip flap went Heather
like a bird with lost feathers
trying to storm the weather with a broken wing.
See when she came out the egg she was cracked.
Her yoke had been shaken and scramble so good that when she was broke open and put on the frying pan she was too well done for Sunday mornings.
She couldn't sing hymns with the with the choir,
shout with the flock,
or amen with the preacher.
Her head was at a consent bop and when the teacher on school days told her to stop,
Heather put her hands on her ears and continued to rock herself into a dreamland.

Her faulty wing had her broken,
but she kept flip flapping and shaking her head to a beat to keep living.
She was like a shark in the ocean,
if she stopped moving she would suffocate.

So flip flap went heather,
as she stormed the weather,
trying to escape the hurricane that was her reality.
You see she comes from a broken song.
Her mother was never home.
She stayed on street corners trying to turn tricks into treats for Heather, like a daily Halloween.
She wanted to buy her forgiveness.
See this was Heathers mothers doing.
When Heather and her were one,
she had tracked her womb with infected needles,
with the purpose of making Heather make an emergency exit.
Then bought crack with Similac money,
so when she had to nurse her baby
she had do it with tears and poison milk.

This was Heathers existence.
One can't blame her for her trying to escape.

So every morning,
Heather left blood on concrete
as she bounced up and down on the pavement with each failed attempt of flight.

Until one day.
When she stopped trying to take lift off from the ground
and started leaping from the sky.
Falling meant flying for Heather,
because she thought that is she fell for long enough
Angels would come and get her.