"METAMORPHOSIS"

METAMORPHOSIS

LIKE A BUTTERFLY I SEE THE TRUTH

SINCE MY BIRTH

OF BEING BORN FROM A COCOON OF WORTH

THE COCOON WAS MY MOM’S WOMB

NOT MY DAD’S WOMB BUT MY MOMS

WOMB

OF LIFE

I WAS NOT BORN OF MY DADS RIBS

BUT FROM MY DAD’S SPERM

INTO MY MOMS EGGS

DOES ANYONE KNOW OF A BABY BORN FROM YOUR DADS RIBS?

I DID NOT THINK SO.

SO, WITHOUT RHYME

OR REASON

THE SUPREME COURT DECIDES

WOMEN’S DOOM TO THE OLD

PATRIARCHIAL SOCIETY

OF HATE AND MURDER

THE PATRIARCHIAL SOCIETY BEAT THEIR WOMEN UP

BEAT THEIR SLAVES UP

KILLED ANYONE WHO DID NOT LOOK THAT THEM

WITH THEIR SHORT DICKS OF DICTATORSHIP

THE SPARK OF LIGHT I CARRY

AS A WOMAN IN THIS LIFETIME

IS QUITE SCARY

AS I AM COMING OUT OF A COCOON

AS I STRIP AWAY THE FOLDS OF PLASTIC

WRAP ENVELOPING MY BODY I ASSUME.

NOT SURE I SAY HOW TO STEP OUT IN THE CROWD

AS I WANT TO SCREAM OUT LOUD

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME

IT IS TO BE

IS MY SOUL SHALL SPEAK

TO THE MEEK

THE OLD

THE YOUNG

IN TRUTH AND LIGHT

UPON THE STEP I FIRST TAKE IN MY FLIGHT

OUT OF THE STICKY COCOON

MY FOOTSTEPS INTO THE GRASS

AND ONTO THE GROUND TO SPLASH

AWAY, FLY AWAY TO REALITY

OF TODAY

I SPEAK TO SAY

METAMORPHOSIS

OF A BUTTERFLY, A FAIRY

OF FLIGHT

OF WHAT IS RIGHT

CREATES DARK FORCES

OF JEALOUSIES AND FORCED CONTROL

TO MY EXISTENCE OF DARK FORCES

THAT TRY TO PIERCE THROUGH MY COCOON

ENDED SOON

AS I THOUGHT THE DARK WAS GONE

BUT AS A CHILD OF LIGHT AT HOME

THE TRIALS OF DESPAIR OF BEING ALONE

BUT I AM NOT ALONE

THE BUTTERFLY FLIES AWAY TO SIT ON A ROSE

TO EXPOSE

THE LIGHT

OF LOVE

TO REMOVE HATE.

IS IT TO LATE

TO DETOUR THEIR HATE

OF WOMEN AS THEY SPEAK

CONTROL OF THE WOMEN’S WOMB

AND HER LIFE

IN STRIFE

OF A FIGHT OR FLIGHT

OF A WOMAN WHO GIVES BIRTH

YET MEN ON THIS EARTH

PREFER TO BRAG ABOUT GIVING BIRTH THROUGH THEIR RIBS

TO OVERPOWER WOMEN AND OTHERS THEY CONSIDER UNDER

THEIR FOREVER FEELING OF INSECURITIES OF THEIR THUNDER

VOICES OF INTIMIDATION AND MANIPULATION OF WOMEN

AND OTHERS WHO DO NOT FIT THEIR INSANITY OF PHLEGM

OF SPIT THAT FLOWS FROM THEIR MOUTH OF GERD

FLOWING OUT PROTRUSELY

INTO THE MAINSTREAM OF HUMANITY

TO ALLEVIATE CERTAIN PEOPLE

FROM THE EARTH

THEY THINK IT SHOWS THEIR WORTH

OF NOTHINGNESS AS I SEE IT THIS TIME

AROUND THE UNIVERSE OF THIS REALITY SUBLIME

I WILL CONTINUE MY STEPPING OUT OF THE COCOON

OF SPACE AND TIME

TO BE A WOMAN

THAT REFUSES TO BELIEVE THAT HER WOMB

IS POLITICAL AS THE DARK ONES

EXPOSED THE WOMAN TO BE BENEATH

THE MAN’S RIB OF BIRTH

RELIEF

OMG

I SIGH

REALLY, THIS BUTTERFLY WILL SPREAD ITS WINGS

TO FLY INTO THE FUTURE OF SPACE AND TIME

OF LIFE

OF LOVE

OF LIGHT

IN THIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT

ONSITE

OF THE ROSE

OF LIFE WITH THORNS

IS FOREVER PRESENT

I AS A WOMAN OF LIGHT

DO FRIGHT THE MITE

OF THE INSECURE MAN OF EGO

OF HIGH DARKNESS TO HUMANITY.

I STEP OUT ONTO THE CLOUD

OF THE UNIVERSE OF TIME AND SPACE

THE POWER OF A WOMAN

IS HER WOMB

HER SEXUAL PROWESS OF DOOM

AS THE DARK, CREATE A PERIOD

OF A BLOOD BATH TO SUPPRESS WOMEN AGAIN

WITH THEIR RIBS OF GRANDEUR

OF THEIR TINY DICKS AND INSECURE

SPERMS OF REALITY OF FALSE

PRETENTIONTIOUS LIES OF A COST

OF BRINGING WOMEN UNDER THEIR RIB

THIS IS A PATRIARCHIAL SYSTEM OF HOW THEY BID

TO TAKE AWAY RIGHTS OF ALL

TO DICTATE WITH THEIR DICKS

OF PRIDE AND THEY HAVE POWER OVER EARTH AND THE DUST

UNDER THEIR FEET AS THEY LUST

TO TREAT WOMEN AS THEIR SLAVES

I STEP OUT OF THIS MENTALITY OF THESE MEN

OF BRAINS OF THE CAVE

MEN MENTALITY

I FLY AWAY SPREADING MY WINGS TO HIGH

AND I SIGH YOU DUMB EGOTISTICAL DARK FORCE OF NATURE

YOU ARE NOT THE HIGHEST TO CAPTURE

AND FORCE PEOPLE UNDER THEIR THUMB OF RAPTURE.

I WALK AWAY

TODAY

I SHOUT

THIS IS ALL HUMAN-CAUSED TODAY

YESTERDAY

THE FUTURE IS UPON US AS I SPEAK

TO THE WEAK

EGOTISTICAL NARCISSISTIC PIG OF THE HUMAN SPECIES

I WALK AWAY AND SPEAK

THROUGH FIGHT OR FLIGHT

THROUGHOUT THE LIGHT

I LIVE

I LOVE

I SPREAD LIGHT

AS A WOMAN I SPEAK

TO HUMANITY, TO WOMANKIND

COMMON SENSE IS THAT WE ALL ARE BORN FROM THE WOMEN’S WOMB

I ASSUME

THIS SHOULD BE COMMON SENSE OF EVERYONE

BUT IT IS NOT

AS WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN SNOUT

REASONING TO CONTROL WOMEN AND OTHERS TO CONDEMNATION

WHO DO NOT WALK

OR TALK

LIKE THEM

WITH THEIR SHORT DICKS

THAT BARELY REACH ANYONE’S BRAIN SPARK

OF LICKS

OF THEIR CONCEPTUAL DARK SOUL TO CONTROL

I SPEAK NOW

AS I WRITE

I AM GETTING QUITE BORED WITH THIS FIGHT.

MY WOMB IS NOT POLITICAL.

IT’S ONE OF MY MANY BODY PARTS.

WOMENS' RIGHTS

ARE EVERYONES'

RIGHTS

THE BIRTH

OF HUMANITY

DEPENDS ON A WOMAN'S WOMB

DEFINITELY WITH TIME WE WILL UNDERSTAND

THE GAMES THAT PEOPLE PLAY

THE WARS OF HUMANITY

OF THE RICH AND POWERFUL

TO FEED THEIR COFFERS OF MISERABLE DEATH OF DARK SOULS

KILLING THE ONES THEY HATE

YET THEY CRY OUT

WE PROMOTE LIFE

BLAMING IT ON THE WOMEN TO TAKE AWAY THEIR CHOICES

OVER THEIR OWN BODY

YET AT THE SAME TIME THEY ARE AT WAR

WITH THE POOR, THE HOMELESS, THE WOMEN, THE CHILDREN, THE HUMANITY OF ALL AS THE RICH POCKET THEIR MONEY GLOATING WITH GLEE

AND STOMPING ON HUMANITY TO WATCH THEM BLEED.

THE WOMEN WHO GIVE BIRTH ARE NOW SUBLIME

CAUSE CHOICES OF THEIR BODY PART

HAS NOW BEEN GIVEN TO THE ALMIGHTY DICKS OF TIME

TO DECIDE THE FATE

BUT ITS

NOT TOO LATE

TO SAY

I DENOUNCE HATE

I DENOUNCE MY FATE

AS FOR MY WOMEN FRIENDS WHO BLEED MONTHLY

SUPPLYING HORMONES AND EGGS FROM THEIR WOMBS

TO EITHER GIVE BIRTH OR NOT

THE CHOICE OF THEIR BODY PART IS I SHOUT

THE WOMEN RIGHTS ARE EVERYONES RIGHTS

WAR AND PEACE

I CHOOSE PEACE

I SAY UNTIL MEN CAN GIVE BIRTH FROM THEIR RIBS

THEN LET WOMEN HAVE CHOICES

OR I SAY WE ALL TEAR OFF THEIR MANLY BABY BIBS

OF GERD AND VOMIT PROTRUDING THROUGH THEIR FOUL WORDS

OF HATE FOR WOMEN BELCHED OUT OF THEIR MOUTHS

TAKING AWAY THEIR RIB RIGHTS OF BIRTH.

THERE ARE MANY WOMEN, MEN, AND LBGTQ

WHO ARE FOR CHOICES TO BE MADE

NOT BY THIS SHADY ELITE POMPOUS FREAKS

AS WE STAND UP TO THE STEEP DARK PEAKS

OF THEIR INSECURITIES.

PEACE OUT!

WRITTEN BY

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

MARCH 20, 2024

I THOUGHT ABOUT A STORY OF A FAIRY BUTTERFLY

TO SPREAD LIGHT TO THE SKY

BUT AS I STARTED TO TYPE

OTHER VOCABULARY SPILLED ONTO THE PAGE

TO SAY WHAT MY MIND THINKS IS RIGHT

TURN THE PAGE

INTO A FLIGHT OF BUTTERFLIES OUT OF A DARK CAVE

TO SAVE

HUMANITY

WITH BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS

SUBLIME

IN SPACE AND TIME

THIS PROSE WAS TO BE ONE PHOTO

OF A BUTTERFLY FLYING OUT OF COCOON, SO

I SAY TO MY COLLEAGUES OF CREATIVITY

THIS IS MY OPINION AFTER 74 YEARS OF LIVING

AS I APPEARED FROM MY MOTHER'S WOMB OF LIFE

TO SPREAD LIGHT

OF REALITY, NOT FAIRYTALES

I HAVE TO EXPOSE THE THORNS

OF THE ROSE

AND THE UGLINESS OF THE COCOON

AS THE BUTTERFLY FLIES AWAY IN THE SKY

SO SOON

IN TIME AND SPACE

MOTHER MARY

FULL OF GRACE

PEACE OUT!

I SHOUT!