Feathers

[brynmawr1]

Silver and gold feathers hang on the wall,
regifted to Susan, who isn't here.
Susan, whose parents are antiquate WASPs.              antiquated?               I like this first stanza and the repetition of Susan.
Susan, who believed I needed to heal.

Blue and white feathers shoot/ from their boa;
the one thing of hers I stole/ when we split.           consider changing the line breaks to emphasize the stronger words
What does it mean, when we say,/ '''were born as -"
She says I'm a man; I need to explore.                       consider removing

Red and black feathers cling/ to my forehead,
where they landed, stained already by blood                  a little redundant/implied
the validation I needed at heart.
I finally choose to be myself, blessed.

Purple and gray feathers are my favorites.
Remember who I am? I won't forget.

CRNDLSM,
Nice work. I like the feather theme throughout but not entirely sure what they represent.  Made some additional comments above.
Take care,
bryn