Innocent as I was,
I used to tell people
That I wanted to be a butterfly
If I ever grew up.
I think this aspiration still stands.
But those embryonic thoughts
Have left me pregnant,
With ideas that I can grow
Much more than wings and colour.
I can spread further
Than all the wishes I've revealed.
Since the day I started to live
I've been standing.
Just not on my own yet.
I know both my legs,
Just not how to run.
Truth shot through my heart and head:
Straight through it.
Fluid
Made it hard.
Weak about the knees
I've easily outspoken
All the lines I've since tried to open.
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