A moth is a butterfly, too.

Sweet girl, listen to my plea:

All those things you wish to be, 

Are only things the eye can see.

Never will they set you free;

A fishing boat in an endless sea. 

Sweet girl, don't curse your skin:

I know you wish to be model thin,

To fix your smile or nose or chin. 

But not eating makes your head spin;

Hurting yourself is your greatest sin. 

Sweet girl, overcome your fears:

I know there's pressure from your peers, 

To show more skin and drink more beers.

But I promise you it's not worth the tears;

None of this will matter in twenty years.

Sweet girl, if only you knew:

So much beauty lies within you,

As well as the courage to stay true. 

Labels are just words that people spew;

After all, a moth is a butterfly, too. 


-b.m.