Ms_Butterfly

Some People Change Your Life Without Becoming Your Forever There are relationships that end with certainty. There are relationships that…

There are some stories you scroll past. And then there are stories that refuse to let you keep scrolling. Tonight,…

Why Are We Still Asking This Question? Every time a young Black man disappears, I find myself asking the same…

Some Sundays feel heavier than others. Not because something dramatic happened.Not because the world ended overnight. But because silence has…

Do You Ever Think of Me? April 24, 2026 I didn’t expect to think about the past like this today.…

April 24th will always be one of the most complicated days of my life. For a long time, it represented…

I Showed Up Anyway” I didn’t wake up strong today… I woke up remembering. Remembering a voicethat doesn’t call anymore.…

Today I found out that a childhood friend of mine passed away… and my heart feels heavy. Raven… you were…

Showing Up While Carrying More Than Usual This morning didn’t feel like my usual mornings. Not because anything went wrong……

I always thought I didn’t care what people said about me. I walked through life with my chin up, my…

I used to think consistency meant perfection. I thought it meant showing up the same way every day.Having everything together.Always…

There are parts of my life that people will never fully understand. Not because they don’t want to, but because…

The Sp There’s a different kind of silence that shows up when someone who used to be consistent… isn’t anymore.…

Sometimes life does something unexpected. Someone from your past reaches out after years, and suddenly you find yourself sitting in…

When the Culture Forgets Its Codes Hip-hop has always thrived on tension. Competition built the genre. Clashes sharpened lyricism. Ego…

Someone from my past walked back into my life. Not with flowers. Not with apologies. Not with some grand explanation.…

It calls after midnight and stays until sunrise. The kind of conversation that makes you glow. The kind that reminds…

The phone’s sound startled me. Not because it was loud—But because it was you. Your name appearedlike a headline I…

I just finished watching Eric Dane: Famous Last Words on Netflix, and it made me think about what my last…

There was a time I thought becoming a woman meant arriving somewhere. Arriving at confidence.Arriving at stability.Arriving at a version…

Why do we think hiding is the safest answer for everything? When I chose to hide from the world, I…

Six years.I don’t know how it’s been six years. I don’t know where the time went. All I know is…

I never mailed this, never pressed “send,” but it lives here, between my ribs and the quiet glow of the…

Signed, An unsent letter from me to me 🌙✨ By:Ms.Butterfly Genesis

It’s strange how little words can change how and why I keep looking at things. A sentence, a pause, a…

Dear Ms. Butterfly Genesis, I’m sorry. I know that sounds strange coming from me—to me—but I mean it. I mean…

I used to react without thinking. Say things. Do things. Just to feel seen. Just to feel heard. I thought…

to: the version of you I used to needsent: neverwritten: with a whole heart Unbelievable how scary it was at…

I feel stupid even putting pen to paper with this, but it’s the only way to let it out. My…

For the woman who stayed Thursday isn’t just a date. It’s a pulse. A breath I didn’t know I’d still…

I hadn’t thought about you in a while. I’ve learned to tuck specific memories into quiet corners, not because you…

She writes this one for the days ahead—for the version of herself she’s still becoming. She will not shrink. She…

Though you’ll never see this, I’m glad to tell you I’m succeeding.Not in the way you might have imagined: chasing…

Not out of spite. Not to prove anything to you.But in devotion to myself.To the girl who used to whisper…

I am Ms. Butterfly Genesis.Trademarked not just in name, but in spirit.I rose from pages never sent,from love that broke…

Monday Thoughts Well, it’s Monday. And my thoughts are always with you. But this Monday feels different. Like the difference…

She used to think she was broken. For years, she wore armor so heavy it became part of her skin—crafted…

She used to whisper her worries into the wind,hoping someone would catch them,translate them into answers,or at least into softer…

I wish I could talk to you—Or more than that.Not just words,but the ache behind them.It’s out there now,for the…

No shame in my game.I asked for help—not because I was weak,but because I was ready.Ready to rise.Ready to shed…

I wore steel to sleep,dreamt in chainmail lullabies,shielded from the sting of my reflection. Every choice I didn’t cradle,Every path…

You’ve been in this transition for a while now—stretching, shedding, becoming. And I need you to pause momentarily and feel…

I almost said it—The words curled like smokebehind my teeth,soft as surrender,sharp as truth. I almost kept the photographs.Each one…

I’m not gonna hold you today. Not in thought, wish, or the soft ache of maybe. I folded that longing…

Miss Butterfly Genesis I’ve always known. From the moment I took my first breath, I carried the truth like armor:…

We should never whisper joyor dress love in excuses.If laughter finds us in someone’s arms,Why tuck it under shame?Let our…

Fear has held me back from the most profound, most transformative experiences. It’s not just an emotion—it’s the shadow that…

I had no idea what becoming Ms. Butterfly Genesis would becomeI had no expectations—Because no expectations means no letdownI just…

I ride the rails of a storm-spun soul,tested by flames, I swore I’d tame.The world asked me to rise,But I…

You’re out there chasing your forever.And I’m learning how to find my nameWithout your shadow in the mirrorOr pieces of…

“Time for the Woman Becoming”I cradle quietly like a mirror—not to vanish,But to see myself. In the hush, I meet…

My brain won’t sleepIt paces, barefoot and bleeding,down hallways of maybethrough doors marked, remember I asked it to be quiet,but…

“Time for the Woman Becoming”I cradle quietly like a mirror—not to vanish,But to see myself. In the hush, I meet…

Under the vinyl moon, I whisper:“Is it love or just a hunger for the ghost of you?” In the silent…

I will do my best to be honest and loyal to myself, speaking a language of truth that leaves no…

It’s easy to claim the title,harder to earn the name—late nights, early mornings,hands that shape and guide a flame. We…

The mind whispers,a truth carved months ago,But the heart—stubborn, slow—waits for the photograph,for proof in ink and light,for the ache…

A photograph—a mere flicker,Yet it carves a shadow in my heart,Reminding me that healing is no straight path,But a tapestry…

I wake with weight, unnamed and wide,a fog that sits where hope should hide.No wound to trace, no clear regret,echoes…

All day, I chase silence,But silence refuses me.Not knowing if you are whole,If I still linger inside you,If memory serves,…

It didn’t hit me until today—The hollow where your name used to sit,The silence where my fingers once knew the…

In the silent arena of self, There exists a muscle stronger than steel—a restless mind that sings or strikes,Weaving our…

Spilling words onto paper and carving meaning into linesis not foolishness—it is courage. It is reaching through silence,finding a place…

In the quiet hours before dawn,I search the fading horizon for your glow—a beautiful angel adrift in celestial hues,whispering guidance…

In the quiet language of farewell, we ask—How can we articulate the finality of goodbyeWhen every parting sigh cradles a…

My mind wanders through dim-lit corridors, asking silently—Do they think of meor harbor the desireI once poured out like whispered…

I stand as a womancrafted of resilience and desire—not defined solely by a chair,nor by the devices that help me…

I once wandered these crowded streetschasing fleeting nods and whispered applause,Each face a mirror reflecting a part of meI thought,…

I press my fingers against the veinswhere his name used to bloom,scratching at syllables that cling like ivy—unwanted, unyielding. I…

Another late-night mine is running—a torrent of verses unboundin the quiet hum of sleepless hours.I don’t know where these words…

I trace the outlines of transformation,but my hands falter at the seams—how do I shed the weight of yesterdaywhen it…

I want to bewho I was always meant to be—unapologetically whole,a force, a light, a knowing. No longer measured by…

I should feel relieved—They say healing is freedom,But part of me is still cagedby the ghosts of who they said…

She was never there in the delivery room,yet her arms held steady through every storm.No name on the birth certificate,but…

Scattered Pieces A jigsaw mind, edges frayed,scattered pieces—none that stay.Shapes collide, but don’t belong,a silent storm, a muted song. Hands…

The Unthinkable’s Whisper I asked the unthinkable—a question born of a feeling too fierce to silence.A woman’s intuition, that wild…

Marriage is so much more than vows wrapped in lace,more than the sparkle, the guests, the grand embrace.It’s the quiet…

Three years to mend what time had carved,Seventeen years of echoes, unstarved.I poured transparency like rain,Yet the past refused to…

They say,“If they wanted to, they would.”As if desire were a simple threadpulled tight between two souls.As if absence were…

Dear SelfI don’t know where to begin,I don’t know where to end,But I know these words must flow.For every single…

Tears linger just behind my eyes, Not born of rage nor sorrow’s disguise. But of comfort, strange and unplanned moments…

The mind knows the road ahead,winding, marked, resolute.It whispers, “No looking back,no turning to what once was.” But the heart,…

Standing firm is knowing and understanding who I am and who I’m not willing to be just because it’s easier…

Today is one of those days where he is overpowering my thoughts with the thoughts of a damn; I wish…

I am stuck in my head, so I have not been able to place my thoughts on paper. I should…