I had a friend
who wanted to
dissect me,
so they could
determine
how to slot me.

I have worked
hard in this life
to de-categorize
and free myself,
why would I
agree to this?

The younger me
would yield
to stay likeable,
but the older me
stands firm
for self-respect.

I’m not an ant
made only
for hard work,
I discovered
I have wings,
I’m a butterfly.

Thanks for
the lesson,
I cannot allow
you to pluck
my wings and
pin me down.

I will not deny
that I am
a butterfly,
real friends
let friends fly,
and so must I.

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