Why is it that I like you
when I shutter at the rest?
Why is it that I smile at you
when I cringe at the rest?
Oh little butterflies
how beauteous and pampered you are.
Never being swat at
Never being shooed
Never having chemicals sprayed at you
Only ‘Oh look at the beautiful butterfly!’
You aren’t all that different from your kind,
yet I never see a deer-fly broach,
but I see butterfly broaches.
I would like to enjoy the others,
but I don’t.
I know I shouldn’t judge on the outside
but is there even an inside to judge
If I like butterflies only because
they are pretty,
Who are the butterflies in my life?