Born with wings of purple,
In a world of white,
Their dazzling hue,
My soul's unique light.
The world spit venom,
Their eyes asking why
Why I gotta be the one
To shake up the sky?
They pressed me to paint my wings,
To blend with the rest,
But they missed the point:
It ain't the color,
It's the heart in my chest.
It's not just the wings
That set me apart,
It's the raw truth inside.
In this vanilla world,
My true colors
I can't hide.
Purple wings
© Copyright: Александр Шалыменов, 2026
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