Black Butterfly

I cry for you, Black Butterfly.
They tell you that it takes months before you're ready to fly.
They tell you to wait.
They tell you to listen.
They tell you there is only one way you can fly.

Already caged before you fly, Black Butterfly.

You see, Black Butterfly, there is a process to this.
This shield was made to protect you from their world.
This shield that is only yours.
Then you begin to transform.
You are no longer you.
It is not until the end of this transformation that you learn how you've changed.

You are not the same, Black Butterfly.

I pray for you, Black Butterfly.
Because your wings are ready, but delicate and unfamiliar.
You've been in your cocoon for so long.
You know not of the winds that dance around you.
But don't you worry, Black Butterfly, the winds of the world is ready for you.
You'll spend minutes, maybe hours, or even days dancing with the wind until you find your rhythm.
Don't be discourages when you're lost and nonrhythmic.
It isn't uncommon for Black Butterflies to lose their way,

Remember, Black Butterfly, they all begin like you.
Scared. Lost. Raw.
This transformation gave you a new pair of eyes to see new things.
This transformation gave you antennas to help you find a new path.

With your new wings, Black Butterfly, you are ready to fly.



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