A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.
By Roman Rodriguez
My skin submits
to the wings which are born from my body.
Mark on this day,
I am reborn.
The fool I once was
has transformed with my shedding skin.
Who I was is a memory.
My wings stretch
like clouds to a new morning.
The weight of yesterday
is lying on the ﬂoor, forgotten.
My wings beat with the pace of my renewed heart.