I’m sorry, mama
I never thought that stripes would make you cry.
But I promise never to leave, never to go with the butterflies.
I’m just as scared as you are
No chrysalis will engulf this life. no safety here
Don’t tie my flesh weapons
It won’t make the constellations on my forearms fade
Don’t panic don’t panic but what more can I do
Words won’t stunt the growth of wings
It won’t make the butterflies go away.
But aren’t they beautiful?