The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I know who I’m becoming.

I know who I am.

I’m writing this because I want you to understand how I feel and why.

I’ve spent years chasing peace, not perfection.

Not what I want, but what I need to stay whole.

And every time I fight for it,

You find a way to undo it.

To unravel the quilt, I stitched together with trembling hands.

You keep reaching for the version of me

that existed yesterday,

or the day before.

But she’s gone.

She had to go

so I could become this—

this woman who knows her worth,

Who knows her blessing is not a fluke,

but a birthright.

It breaks my heart

that you’ll never meet her.

Not really.

Because you’re too busy holding onto ghosts

while I’m here,

living.

I feel like you’ve blocked my blessings for years.

And now that I’m close—so close—

to stepping into something sacred,

I still feel your resistance.

I don’t know why.

I don’t care to know.

I want my blessing.

And I want you to know

that I’m claiming it anyway.

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis