Let them be as butterflies
always flying around freely
but never able to change.
I’d rather be a caterpillar,
small and growing like
a sproutling.
To have a life to look forward to,
to live for myself instead of others.
To be able to explore the world
or grow to become something beautiful.
I’d rather be ugly and invisible, and
stomped on and ignored,
than to be admired for gracefully flying in the wind
where they put on a show,
fluttering about.
I’d rather be frail and stuck to the ground
than pretty and free-flying.
If I could grow and learn about the world,
I’d rather be a caterpillar.