The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

In the realm of words and musings,
A writer's soul took flight,
With a pen as her compass,
She navigated through the night.

'Ms. Butterfly Genesis,' she named herself,
A metamorphosis of dreams,
From cocooned silence to expressive wealth,
Her trademark, a beacon it seems.

For every misspelled word, a story untold,
For every gap, a bridge to mend,
Her grammar not perfect, but courageously bold,
A message of hope to send.

The public's doubt, a fuel for fire,
Igniting her will to prove,
That writing is more than mere desire,
It's where her spirit moves.

Four years of growth, of finding her voice,
Of hard work and financial gain,
She learned that strength is indeed a choice,
And vulnerability is not in vain.

So here's to 'Ms. Butterfly Genesis,' may she soar,
Above the critics, the dark, the fray,
For in her words, we find an open door,
To be ourselves, in our own unique way
Ms. Butterfly Genesis.