I'm going out tonight.
I will wear that red dress that highlights my ash brown skin.
I will make my short hair shine more than the moon itself.
I am as beautiful as a butterfly.
No wings to be seen.
A night full of stars and a warm breeze pass through my skin.
That’s all I can feel.
Who am I?
My smile fades from my face.
I keep hearing her saying:
“Nothing you choose to wear will make you look more attractive,
Why don't you understand that you are a disgrace to society?”
“No one wants to be near you.”
“Why don’t you stay in the dark where you should have never left?”
Why do my thoughts wish to make me believe I am not good enough?
Poor slaves who loves its chains.
That is what she wants from me.
She wants me to feel useless, with no goals, with no life.  
She is a part of my past.
She will not be a part of my present and future.
The glass of unclear water fell.
The sun is brighter than ever.  
The breeze feels soft now.
I can feel it all.
The days are not black anymore.
She tried to tell me not to do things,
“You don’t hold me back, I don’t need you.”
Got a life now.
I trust me from now on.
The cocoon is being born again,
Start flying.