She twists and finds herself trapped.
She tries to spread her wings but they refuse to expand.
No air. She can't breath.
Claustrophobic? Yes, she fears.
With one energy-filled powerful push.
She emerges.
The sun tingles her flesh, she glows in the warmth
The golden sunlight devours her,
She enters the world, graceful
Poised , confident.
Spreading her wings for the world to see,
she swoops closer to the earth,
among the world, in society's view.
To her dismay, a broom swoops at her head
People scream in fear.
Bewilderment engulfed her
As she swoops past a puddle ,
her relfection bares,
A black moth.
The thing that many fear,
Unaccepted.
Inferior.
Outcast.
She will meet no kindness,
Experience no love.
Because society doesn't accept us moths
But reveres the beautiful Butterflies.
But keep that chin up, black has many dimensions
The moth represents more that just what you see.
Truly a fascinating and diverse creature.
Yet to be respected but will eventually gain.
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