Editor’s Note: Jah’kaya asked that I write her a poem about butterflies. She had very specific requirements. She wanted it to be short with no big words. I can abide by the first request. Since she knows me all too well, nothing is promised towards the second half of that statement. Word to Steve Biko. I write what I like.
you are
the
butterfly
in my eye
your chrysalis
forming
warms me
nourishing
my slumber
names me
beautiful
upon
becoming
you my
utter eye
butterfly.
: i was mum on the issue for a while : but auset : ever the tactician : cornered me : and demanded : that we must pick an activity for her before it was too late in the school year
: but aside from that : i now see the payoff : the confidence that she exuded on that competition mat : is sure to carry her far in life : by god and the universe : that and the lessons of life : i tender to her each passing day : the focus on academics : the mapping out of extracurricular exploration : will form from itself a well rounded being : who will know well what to do with the aforementioned revolutionary thought : upon whence it takes root 
