The Trapped Butterfly

The Trapped Butterfly

I’m like a butterfly

Still at its larval stage

Looking for a perfect

Condition for metamorphosis

And when I do transform

I stay confined

My wings unable to take me

To the flowers and the sun

The environment is too cruel

To show off my beautiful

Colours of the rainbow

I am locked up

I am aware of who I am

Yet I cannot express myself

I have been locked up for long

I am losing sense of who I am

What a sad story

For a beautiful butterfly

What a yearning we have

For a better story to tell.

Written by Christian Kings

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  1. Patrick
    April 30, 22:36 Reply

    Story of our lives.
    This should be the Nigerian LGBT anthem.

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