Black butterfly,
You fly the same,
Gracefully with wings that flutter with
Such beauty,
Misunderstood,
As a dark creature with no purpose,
But with wings and metamorphosis,
What is it still?
A butterfly,
It may be dark , lost, shut out,
But its beauty is still there.
Absorbing the rainbows of others in its own wings,
Fly away pretty butterfly,
To another place where you will be judged.