The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I am lost for words, yet something insists on being spoken.

When I choose silence, I find myself singing a song no one hears. How can people listen to someone who refuses to speak?

And when I do speak, my words stumble out as contradictions— a clash against mankind itself.

Still, the tension between silence and speech is proof that I am alive, searching for a way to be understood.

BY: Ms. ButterFly Genesis