Izzi Lynn

What are we?
I ask.
It's hard to answer, because we all make choices,
choices that differentiate us.

My favorite kind of people are the butterflies:
the ones who choose to be happy, choose to shine.
A whole new world is open to those with wings.

But there are also the starving monsters:
the ones who are foaming at the mouth,
scarlet blood staining their hands and feet.
They stand alone in desolate ruins of their own destruction.
Those are the people that make me question why we exist.
I ask myself, can we just put aside our differences
and accept each other?
Can we just love one another?

I don't like all these words that define us
by uncontrollable characteristics.
We are the sum of all our parts,
they are not the sum of us.

Why can't we all just be butterflies?
Happy with who we are, happy with others.
Delicate but strong, able to adapt to change.

Maybe someday people will understand
that our differences should unite us, not divide us.
Maybe someday the KKK will realize the color of your skin
doesn't change the bones beneath your flesh.
Maybe someday ISIS will realize that religion is not cause
to slaughter other people.
Maybe someday Catholics will realize that homosexuals are not diseased or born of Satan, they are people.
Maybe someday, we'll all realize that the words
we use to rationalize our cruel actions,
are not walls hiding the cruelty but glass showcasing it.

Be a butterfly.
Grow wings and allow everyone to live the way they are.
Don't let the foaming starving monsters eat you alive.
They'll flay you alive, cut you into pieces and eat you.
Don't let them. Just be a butterfly, and they can't touch you.

What are we?
We are all human.
We all have bone beneath our skin.
We all have a red heart pumping blood through our bodies.
What we have in common
is much greater than what we don't.

  • Author: Izzi Lynn (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2016 11:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: I don't know if anyone will like the soundcloud audio, I gave it my best shot for how I've imagined this poem as a song. It sounded a lot better in real life, but I can't record with anything except my old computer.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 79
  • Users favorite of this poem: IAmJaz, thatsilentgirl.
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  • IAmJaz

    I absolutely love this poem! It would be so amazing if we could just all put our differences aside and instead, value each other for what makes us "different". This is by far, one of the BEST poems that I've seen on here! Much love - jaz 💘

  • thatsilentgirl

    This poem makes a whole lot of sense! I ♥ this and can totally relate this! This is awesome and should be read by everyone! I rather be the butterfly. I wish everyone would.
    You truly did well with this.

  • Tony36

    Awesome, Awesome write


    Thanks for sharing SILVER ~ this a very beautiful poem but also a very challenging one. Wherever I go in the World in Spring and Summer there are always Butterflies in a vast range of size and colour ~ but all beautiful Their beauty and ephemeral nature does give us joy and wonder. I know many people who are just like butterflies who by their very presence bring love ~ joy ~ peace ! What a World if we were all Butterflies. But (as you indicate) everywhere I go there are also "starving and ravenous monsters" going about seeking whom they may devour ~ motivated by Satan himself. You and I can make a difference by being Butterflies in all we do and seeking to encourage others to be Butterflies as well ! Thanks for caring and sharing ~ Yours BRIAN

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