I looked for a moth with eyes black
A body of yellowy gold
It was camouflaged on the brick wall
Which I never had touched
If I hold the redness of the wall
The moth stayed making conclusions of its own
We both were attached to something that made us feel unwelcome
As I kept searching for the moth in the darkness
The cold brick held together by masons
It fell apart and left the moth in a pile of sand
That is when I saw a host of black and yellow moths
Touch my hands
I was no longer an ugly butterfly
I was a colorful moth in their eyes
The Black Butterfly