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[To the left of the poem, there is a colored pencil drawing of a black and gold butterfly, flying up a flowering vine, and a smaller pink and green butterfly following below it. The beginning of each first word in a line of poetry is highlighted in yellow]
"Penitentiary Butterfly"
May 13, 2012
Broken wing black butterfly,
let the winds of change
die inside the prisons..
Who knows what the mission was?
Suffering the pain of not seeing her
fly free again.
People would recognize the origin of the
black butterfly.
Why she has to die with me
Where cold cell doors are trapping
me in the dark.
The fountain of beauty is
always on people's heart and the soul
of the black butterfly was inside the
prison.
Can I see another black butterfly?
Only God knows your personal experiences,
While he is counting your tears.
God whispered in my ears, Don't let old
mistakes hold you down.
Keep writing the stories in blood,
let the passage of time take its
course, with God by your side
the black butterfly always would be
on your heart...
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