The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I was born stitched from stars misaligned, different by design— not broken, but blazing.

They stare, but don’t see the strength in my stride, the courage it takes to move through a world that flinches at difference.

I don’t shrink. I rise.

Because fear clings to the unfamiliar, and silence grows where questions are not asked.

So don’t assume— just ask.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis