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.
Tag: words
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Journey
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Jump Off
Yes, I am disabled, but I am a woman first.
This means people in my life and those who have not been a part of my life for several years need to realize that I am 40 old with no type of shame in my game.
I chose to blog about parts of the world because I always felt like I had something to say and could inspire people to share pieces of my life with the world.
I am going to be as blunt as possible my blog has become my bread and butter, which means I will not allow anyone to come between my dream come true.
I have waited a long time to be recognized as a freelance writer, and I did not have to open my legs to be blessed with the opportunities God has blessed me.
I”m not that two-year-old girl she met. I understand her eyes. I would be that little girl, but I’m not 40 years old, so there is no need to run to my mama and snitch. How old are we? I am grown. I have gray hair in place I believe I should not have, but I do.
Running to my mama is not cool because I’m a 40-year-old woman who has lived and done things with my life. I will not apologize for living a grown-up life even though the people around me continue to see me as a little girl. When I began my blog, I thought about anyone in particular; all I thought was the fact that I needed an outlet.
I don’t know how people can try and be all in my life and can’t even handle their stuff. For 40 years, I have been begging the world to have a life of my own.
So if ya’ll don’t like what I post on anyone of my social media platforms, jump off and stay off. Come to me before going to my mama because, like it or not, I’m an adult.
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Stop Hating
People honor a man who died for change, and that has been some changes, but my opinion is the world has not changed enough because people are still looking at each other’s skin.
We should feel like a melting pot part of a beautiful rainbow by now. But, instead, we are still fighting for the color of our skin. The fact In this day in age, as people, we still have to prove that our skin color should no longer be.
The day we can stop killing each other or fighting each other for who skin is better, I would love to believe that we are going to be seen as people, not as a color.
Something that overwhelms me how are we truly honor his legacy? When we are killing each other instead of coming together and becoming an amazing iron fit that we should as a society.
Let’s stop hating and come together.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
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Thank You
Thank You
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for pulling me apart when you did.
Thank you for allowing me to find the strength within myself that I thought I never had. Because of the man you were in life, I am the woman who I’m today.The woman I am today is.
Strong
Smart
Independent,
I also understand that falling in love with the idea of being in love is the wrong way to love someone.
Most importantly, I want to thank him for teaching me that I deserve better and that a better person is who I’m today.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis �
The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly 