I don't know how to tell you friend
don't feel like sayin' much at all
these days my words seem make-pretend
perhaps my pride before the fall

It's not unusual for me
to write a song without regard
for all the souls in misery
to play the sap, or happy card

but now I know just how it feels
wet sand is cold like soft concrete
and I can sit and dig my heels
'til burying my loathsome feet

and standing now without a keel
high tide they say, is coming in
I dig to break the salty seal
to free my legs to walk again....

unsocial social butterfly
finds a sunlit place to rest
the lightest breeze will pass her by
and stir again the vacant nest

she's seen a fairly ugly past
hung in, the pillar of her peers
and now the warming rays alas
will dry her bitter butter tears

and staring now, just down below
the spider's web has never freed
but pitched a battle, awesome show
which spoke again to butter's need

The words we tend to weave within
dark thoughts can surely build a wall
to block the sun and thickly spin
our pride, so fierce before the fall...

and caterpiller's stiff cocoon
gave place for wings like silk adorned
with patterns, colored matching moons
in darkened place her future formed

I speak in words, which make it real
the stuff,  it all comes pouring out
a substance formed and packed with zeal
for all the things I talk about

but some not nice have taken flight
and reaching, caught within your net
like thunder in your morning; light
I spoke too soon and now regret

sometimes I tend to overthink
and miss the point, that awesome prize
I sleep, awaken,  eat and drink
yet somehow came to realize

That YOU, my very precious one
sweet salty butterfly of grace
a brand new life has finally come
and gee, I LOVE that butter face!

It's not unusual for me
to write a song without regard
for all the souls in misery
to play the sap, or happy card

but more unusual to write
a poems which ends without a word
the butterfly in silent flight
the sweetest thing I've ever heard.... :)

This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but
Delicate bones and pearly whites
My essence captured through awkward captions and
My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
A photograph carefully composed
Of a girl with her true thoughts [boxed up tight]

This is to the boys who see me as nothing but
Geometric shapes
Circles and curves and parabolas
**** and *** and legs and waist
And an irrelevant concave where my brain should be
My “radical ideas” make me a butterface

This is to the academy, that sees me as nothing but
3.97 and a good SAT score
A scholar of great potential
That will donate millions or more
As an honored alumni
Of the greatest institution in the world

This is to society, that sees me as nothing but
A golden gal who always colored inside the lines
Mrs. Goody-Two-Shoes, no fire in my soles

“She’s never insubordinate, ‘cause she’s never been inclined”
Determined but docile
Go ahead and assume I’m not the rebellious kind

This is to myself, because I see that
My mind is a kaleidoscope of technicolor dreams
Ideas colliding like specks in sunbeams  
And I’ll call myself a feminist or riot grrl if I **** well please
You are not my dictator or an office label machine
It’s 2015; I’ll be whatever the hell I want to be.

You're fat.
Look at those rolls.
You can't fit through the door.
How many chins are those?
You remind me of a whale.

I am beautiful

Butterface.
You make me want to ****.
Don't you wash your face?
Acne must live on your body.
It looks like there's craters are your face.

I am beautiful

You're too fat to be at the gym.
Salad? Don't kid yourself.
You need to lose weight.
Your thighs are huge.
You look pregnant.

I am beautiful

You can't do this

I am beautiful

You're so ugly.

I am beautiful

Stop believing in yourself

**I. Am. Beautiful.