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. 

TwistedM  

*Never be sad about what you cannot change, but learn to grow and become what you hope to be while remaining true to "what yu born and come see"

    

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