Butterfly

A butterfly
In disguise
A helper
Of the needy
A broken soul
A cracked dream
A pain of the realm
Suspended
Mid-air
Like a freak show in the fair
As everybody stops and stares

A butterfly
Was assigned
To be my protector
Watch over my soul
Reigning in flowers with a shape like a bowl

The butterfly
Represents
A feeling of shame
Making me
Take the blame
For the death
Of the bodies
That still remain

A Royal Wish

Can I dream anymore?
Can I go out and do what I wish?

Father says stars aren’t to look at;
They are for signaling time to sleep
He says women are to be displayed;
But not spoken with
He says beauty is for a man to decide;
Not for a woman to feel

If I could dream anymore
Will father stop sending his guards
To look after me
After picking a blade of grass from afar

If I could dream anymore
Would father allow it?
Father thinks strict roles are necessary;
Not letting us grow
He thinks all other opinions are invalid;
That he is all-knowing 
He thinks it’s okay to be impolite to woman and rude
Because nobody had the courage to stop him