Sep 18, 2017
Dear Monarch Butterfly
I am not part of your uniformity.
I am not one of your discrepancies.
Do not expect me to give my apologies
to your world, comparable to a high schoolÂ
yearbook, where life supposedly consistsÂ
of a select few of people
Like your world, full of hidden hostilities:
the same hostilities that slay for sport
to prey on my image like a wildebeest carcass.
Like your world, who cannot even understand
itself. An expectation to be like everyone else
in a world that promotes to be yourself.
I am sorry, but I am  going to be myself.
