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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6 Comments
Peace
April 28, 07:41This Is so me
Saucebutton
April 28, 08:30This is so beautiful. Kudos.
Pinepurple
April 28, 14:39It’s time to free the colorful butterfly
Patrick
April 30, 22:36Story of our lives.
This should be the Nigerian LGBT anthem.
Pinepurple
May 01, 05:04I support…. Nigerian LGBT anthem
Bloom
February 28, 12:03This is so beautiful.
I can so relate to this.