struggle
No need to tell me
that I am free
As still I sit here
In these chains
“This Pain”
It’s hard to bear.
So sometimes I wish,
Nobody would care.
Is this prison,
or is this a cage?
Is this anger,
or is this rage?
A beauteous resilient butterfly
Swims the vast boisterous sea
Lonely but determined to acquire its destiny.
Every June you see the celebration
The outfits and confetti
A myriad of colors that fill every major city
A coronation for all the kings, queens, and everyone in-between
Who dared to walk their own path to freedom