Once there was a man
a collector of things
kept a box of butterflies
with damaged wings.
A curious soul asked
why not let them go?
The collector snatched the box,
shielded it from prying eyes.
'Cause they can't fly without me!
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Where the Flowers Bloom Unwatered
PoetryA collection of poems written throughout several stages in life, journeying through the human condition through the lens of black girlhood and black womanhood.