Oh I wish I had the wings of a butterfly!
I’d fly far, far away
and land to the prettiest flower.
I’d indulge in its peaceful beauty and sweet nectar.
I left my cocoon long ago and the present is all mine to explore.
I grew and grew for many days until my shell was no longer suitable.
Now it’s my time to be who I am.
You see,
I come with many colors.
My bright ones add light to the atmosphere.
My darker ones send coded messages to those who dare to listen.

For I am one with nature but I lack the ability of flight.
Such an ability would help me flutter more in my true self.
The weather was warm with open arms when I left my shell.
Oh I wish I could fly with the other butterflies!
But perhaps it’s better if I’m solo for some time.
I may not be as fast as them and I wouldn’t want to slow them down.

The ladybug and the shining sun will bring me proof.
Should I ever have butterfly wings,
The smiliest and prettiest flower would be my first destination.
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As a woman, I have always
felt the pressure to procreate.
And if I succeed,
well, I better be the best mother I can be.
But what if, I’m scared
Of the pressures of social media.
That the moms that populate the page
will always be better than me.
That I may spread
my infected genes.
That maybe, right now, the world is
just a scary place to be.
But what if, I decide
to do things for me?
Does that deserve
to be guilty?

When baby girl first bloomed, her hair was slicked down on all sides of her little head.

No products were used on her hair quite yet and she was as naturally beautiful as the brightest flower in the garden.

Her hair was as delicate as her baby skin but that didn’t stop it from becoming a nest of smooth curls.

She was a happy and vibrant baby but her hair grew at a fast rate.

Her mother often used a small brush to make her baby’s curls look “neater” as if baby girl cared.

A pink, yellow, or red bow would be placed in the middle of her soft little fro to give her a shiny little glow.

Then baby girl got older and the smoothness turned into coarseness.

Some described it as spongy.

Her mother would use a kid’s hair lotion to give it more moisturization.

However, baby girl’s hair required more than regular hair lotion could give.

Baby girl still bloomed in radiance and beauty.

Her natural hair wouldn’t be a real problem to her until years later.

Her mother could no longer deal with the broken combs, screams of her daughter, neither the losses of money in a lump sum.

Her mother decided to relax her baby girl’s curls.

Baby girl knew her scalp tingled and burned for her natural hair to be “tamed.”

Though baby girl wasn’t as young anymore, she noticed some changes in her hair.

Her fingers could go through it without getting stuck.

Her hair was shiny as a piece of gold and bounced when she moved her head.

But now, baby girl knows.

She knows her hair may be bone straight but it’s missing something.

To some, it’s just hair but to her, it’s her sense of expression.

Others like her rock their fros with pride while her relaxed tresses no longer appeal to her.

It never did as she was oblivious to her mother’s logic.

She went full circle when she returned to her “***** roots” and she couldn’t be any happier.

Now baby girl has bloomed into a woman with her nest of ***** and coil like curls.

Her curly fro was something like the beautiful flower that resembled the sun.

A beautiful brown centerpiece as the center and her curls as the petals that surrounded her.

Her tresses were as perfect as they could be and it will never matter who chooses not to agree.


#OWL'S WORLD

The sun shines
And the flowers bloom
They’re so beautiful and different
In their own way
I go and pick a yellow
Compared to the rest, it’s rooted quite a bit
It’s tall and long
I sit on the ground and study it
It petals look like the rays of the sun
I brush across the surface
Yellow is shy
Yellow is meek
The sun shines harder
Yellow may be beautiful but
Its petals begin to shrivel
The sun shines harder
A bee hums near me
I drop yellow and move to the next
The next flower is green and vibrant
I pick this one with care
I study it
This one is long and tall
Not quite like yellow
Green is soft like cotton
Green has a natural, sweet smell
Green is secure in my hands
But the sun shined after a little while
Green dropped but I didn’t
Notice at first
I took my time and saw
That greens petals were all
Over the ground before me
The wind whistled
Blowing the green petals
Far from me
I wanted to grab one to feel that softness
After awhile, I moved back to yellow
I shed a tear hoping it changed
To go back to the beauty it was
Soon I let yellow go
There’s another flower across the field
It’s red and has many petals
Everything I want
But I’m not ready for such beauty

#OWL'S WORLD