Fist Fights with Butterflies
You should have known better
I’m not helpless I never was I’m quite the opposite
I am so so so many things
I’m selfless, I’m smart, I’m spiritual
Quick to forgive with a quick wit
I’m strong - resilient even
I’m capable of change I’m adaptive I’m emotionally apt
I was so so so many things
Pretty is the last thing you should have noticed about me because I am…
I am reckoning. I am substance.
And you should have known better
Because I just happened to be an orphaned butterfly that fell into your palm with a broken wing
Because you were so so so many things too
You were resentful and angry and bitter to the world for what you didn't have
And that hatred blinded your ability to appreciate that everything you never had, you have now
That hatred blinded your ability to realize that
And that hatred was creating a black hole inside your heart screaming insatiable
And you pointed your finger at the
You crushed me to turn your fist to the world.
You made me so small that i just did spoken word again
I never thought i would feel that hurt again
If you read it over it could be about my father too
That’s the shitty thing about poetry