one day butterflies for you too child

one day butterflies for you too child

A Poem by Shirlena

I'll probably tweak this poem again.


so called big boned multi-painted  mangled superlative confused

most emulated brilliant while managing to remain invisible


the Indian cerulean bred la creme a few thousand women ago

presence won’t forget for the mind is the one truly shackled

(even the writers)… recent from the product long in progress

cultivated from the wretched of the past cultivation

those who still feel the need to rize from cinders… crumping

rapping singing scratching clawing ruining crippling bumping those climbing

with them… still emerging from mental poverty of economic disdain in

low flung hardened concrete plains

a k’s on wheels dropping lacquered babies like heavy metal on death’s asphalt corner…

the battleground of Chicago

to the cell block University of no graduation for many…

only a life with no promise handed degradations diploma

dreams see the future of privilege but are legs and vertebrae mighty

they had better be…as always options are divided

can it climb the tribulations of day to day grind which no lame man can walk solo

without the vest of determination and feet of unmoveable commitment

 through partisan quicksand

no calming sideways appetites

the youngest male infant midnight in demand…

but first turn the magazine on yourselves

don’t know how to spare the chest from tears


claimed to robust vary-hued twisted brilliant misunderstood

resilient yet blended into ambiance…invisible


one day I won't cry for you

but I will fly with you


© 2014 Shirlena

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There is a quality of social commentary and cheering for the underdog here which I Found very satisfying to read. Poems about inequality are dear to my heart.

There is beauty in struggle, don't we know.

Posted 8 Years Ago


8 Years Ago

Indeed Wuji...I was screaming here, I periodically need a good scream-smile. Thank you.
I know you said you wanted to tweak this poem, but I just love it. For me it speaks of the struggles of not knowing your place in the world when your place is unclear. As a person who is of mixed background, I remember wanting to connect with my native roots, but being shunned as non-native, and being criticized for being vocal about my heritage and trying to connect with my heritage. This of course is not the same thing as the struggles of multi-racial/ bi-racial people in the U.S., but I can relate. Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry.

Posted 8 Years Ago


8 Years Ago

Thank you for such supportive remarks KL and for your appreciation.
I am completely overcome with emotion. The amount of pain that you were able to pack into these lines was incredible. For ever searching for a better tomorrow leaves us a spot today that is indigestible. I strongly believe that humanity and all of its dilemmas, hardships, hopes, joy, everything, is ratio proportionate. As the number of humans grow so to do all of our issues.

his piece really made me reflect on more than even the content of the poem. I suppose it is a good sign when you leave the reader thinking. Really great write Shirlena.

Posted 8 Years Ago


8 Years Ago

I'm glad the more "racial" implication were hidden because most don't want to read it. I'm really su.. read more
WOW, this is brilliant Shirlena, you got it going on dahlin'! Killer ending, that's money right there! Favorite....!


Posted 8 Years Ago


8 Years Ago

No, just shimmy a little and walk away :)
Frieda P

8 Years Ago

Haha you're easy............

8 Years Ago

he he he ;)
DAAAAAAAMN... I like your poem, you've got a nice style. Did that beautiful song inspire this beautiful poem?

Posted 8 Years Ago


8 Years Ago

LOL you're sweet thank you Berryskull and yes somewhat.

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Added on June 19, 2014
Last Updated on June 19, 2014
Tags: degradation, brilliance, sorrow, life, demographics



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