I Wish I Were a Butterfly

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A metaphor for how women are expected to fulfill an ideal image and when we fall short we sit back and wish bitterly to be someone else.

Submitted: October 17, 2009

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They told me I would grow up

To be a pretty butterfly

To wait my turn

And in time good things will come


So as a little caterpillar,

I did what I was told

Naive enough to believe “them”

So foolish I was to believe

That I could become a pretty butterfly


So I waited until it was time

For my ultimate transformation

Time to crawl in my cocoon


I had listened to their words

But they were lies all lies

For once I came out altered

I was merely a moth

A hideous, ugly moth

In a world full of butterflies

One who everyone seemed to fear


One the inside

More beautiful than the brightest

In the most wonderful sort of way

But no one seemed to care about that

To them, appearances are all that matter

I am excluded

For being special and unique


Sometimes I long

To fly and play

With the other butterflies

And be normal for a bit

But content I must be

With these “gifts” I've received

I'll be grateful of what I have

'Cause I won't get anything else


Yet,

I wish someday that I too

Can be a pretty butterfly!


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